supernatural tortures as I have been. I tried to be faithful to our articles of depredation; but there came a limit. What's the trouble, Bill? Well, I rode the ninety miles to the stockade, not barring an inch. Then, when the settlers were rescued, I was given oats. Sand ain't a palatable substitute. I tell you, a human can only stand so much! I take him by the neck and drag him down the mountain. On the way he kicks my legs; and I've got two or three bites on my thumb and hand cauterized. But he's gone. Gone home. – Gone... I'm sorry we lose the ransom, But it was either that or Bill Driscoll to the madhouse. – That's all. – All? Life is beautiful! Bill, there isn't any heart disease in your family, is there? – What? – I say, there isn't any heart disease in your family? No, nothing chronic except malaria and accidents. – It's nothing! – Nothing. – But why? – It's doesn't matter. – So, nothing chronic? – No. Two Desperate Men! Gentlemen: I received your letter today by post in regard to the ransom you ask for the return of my son. I hereby make you a counter-proposition, which I am inclined to believe you will accept. Interestingly... You bring Johnny home and pay me two hundred and fifty dollars in cash, and I... You bring Johnny home and pay me... To pay him?.. Pay me two hundred and fifty dollars in cash, and I agree to take him off your hands. You had better come at night, for the neighbours believe he is lost, and I couldn't be responsible for what they would do to anybody they saw bringing him back. Very respectfully, Ebenezer Dorset. Barefaced impudence! Bill, we'll do the next... Bill!.. Bill!.. Sam, what's two hundred and fifty dollars, after all? We've got the money. One more night of this kid will send me to a bed in Bedlam! Besides being a thorough gentleman, I think Mr. Dorset is a spendthrift for making us such a liberal offer. Sam! Sam! You ain't going to let the chance go, are you? Tell you the truth, Bill, this little lamb has somewhat got on my nerves too. Sam, we'll take him home, pay the ransom... ...and make our get-away. Johnny... Wait! Wait, Johnny! You know, your father had bought you a silver-mounted rifle. – Really? – Really. Also, your father had bought a pair of moccasins. – Really? – Really. And we are going to hunt bears the next day! – Will Old Hank come too? – You bet! Well, now we'll go to your father, then pass the night and we'll go to hunt in the morning! Bill, hold on! Don't give up! How long can you hold him? I'm not as strong as I used to be, but I think I can promise you ten minutes. Enough... ...in ten minutes we'll be legging it trippingly for the Canadian border. Subtitles by Boris Bulgakov Special thanks Julius Eck (USA) Alexander Nemo (Canada) The End ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Американский мечтатель на английском - текст Агнец божий на английском - текст Непрощённый на английском - текст Большой автобус на английском - текст Доходный дом Иккоку на английском |