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into the Tippy…Canoe or the Wobbish； one or the other。 It was too deep to walk down the middle； and too overgrown to walk alongside。 So he just kept the stream within earshot and made his own way through the forest。 He wasn't no Red； that was for sure。 He got scratched up by bushes and branches and bit by insects； none of which felt too good on his sunburnt skin。 He also kept running into thickets and having to back out。 Like the land was his enemy； slowing him down。 He kept wishing for a horse and a good road。
Hard as it was to go through the woods； though； he was up to it。 Partly cause Alvin toughened up his feet for him。 Partly cause of the way he seemed to breathe deeper than ever before。 But it was more than that。 Strength was wound in among his muscles in a way he never felt in his life。 Never so alive as now。 And he thought； If I had a horse right now； I think maybe I'd be wishing I was on foot。
It was late afternoon on the second day when he heard a splashing sound in the river。 There was no mistaking it horses were being walked in the stream。 That meant White men； maybe even folks from Vigor Church； still searching for him and Alvin。
He scrambled his way to the Stream； getting scratched something awful on the way。 They were headed downstrewn； away from him； four men on horseback。 It wasn't till he was already out into the stream； yelling to bust his head off that he noticed they were wearing the green uniform of the U。S。 Army。 He never heard of them ing up in these parts。 This was the country where White folks didn't go much； on account of not wanting to rile up the French at Fort Chicago。
They heard him right off； and wheeled their horses around to see him。 Almost quick as they saw him； three of them had their muskets up to the ready。
〃Don't shoot！〃 Measure cried。
The soldiers rode toward him； making pretty slow progress as their horses had some trouble breasting the water。
〃Don't shoot； for heaven's sake；〃 Measure said。 〃You can see I ain't armed； I don't even have a knife。〃
〃He talks English real good； don't he？〃 said one soldier to another。
〃Of course I do！ I'm a White main。〃
〃Now don't that beat all；〃 said another soldier。 〃First time I ever heard one of them claim to be White。〃
Measure looked down at his own skin。 It was a vivid red color from his sunburn； much lighter than any true Red man。 He was wearing a loincloth； and he looked pretty wild and dirty。 But his beard was growing somewhat； wasn't it？ For the first time Measure found himself wishing he was a hairy man； with thick heavy beard and lots of chest hair。 Then there'd be no mistake； since Reds didn't grow much。 As it was； though； they wouldn't see his light…colored mustache hair or the few little hairs on his chin till they were up cIdse。
And they weren't taking no chances； either。 Only one rode right up to him。 The others hung back； their muskets out； ready to open fire in case Measure had some boys lying in ambush on the riverbank。 He could see that the man riding toward him was plumb scared to death； looking this way and that； waiting to see a Red man flitch an arrow at him。 Kind of an idiot； Measure decided； since there wasn't no chance of seeing a Red man in the woods till his arrow was already in you。
The soldier didn't e right to him。 He circled around； got beside him。 Then he looped a rope and tossed it to Measure。 〃You hitch this around your chest； under your arms；〃 said the soldier。
〃What for？〃
〃So I can lead you along。〃
〃The hell I will；〃 said Measure。 〃If I thought you were going to drag me along by a rope in the middle of a creek； I'd've stayed on dry land and walked home myself。〃
〃If you don't put this rope around you in five seconds； them boys are going to blow your head off。〃
〃What are you talking about？〃 Measure demanded。 〃I'm Measure Miller。 I was captured with my little brother； Alvin； almost a week ago； and I'm just going home to Vigor Church。〃
〃Well； ain't that a real pretty story？〃 said the soldier。 He drew back the rope； sopping wet； and cast it again。 This time it hit Measure in the face。 Measure caught at it； held it in his hand。 The soldier drew his sword。 〃Get ready to shoot； boys！〃 shouted the soldier。 〃It's that renegade； all right！〃
〃Renegade！ I〃 Then it finally occurred to Measure that something had gone real bad with this。 They knew who he was； and they still wanted to take him prisoner。
With three muskets and a sword close by； they had a fair chance of maybe even killing him if he tried to run away。 This was the U。S。 Army； wasn't it？ Once they got him to an officer； he could explain and all this would get cleared up。 So he put the rope over his head； and pulled the loop around his chest。
It wasn't too bad as long as they were in the water； sometimes he just floated along。 But pretty soon they got out and then they made him walk along behind as they picked their waythrough the woods。 They were looping east； around behind Vigor Church。
Measure tried talking； but they told him to shut up。 〃I tell you； we been told we can bring in renegades like you alive or dead。 White man dressed like a Red we know what you are。〃
From their conversation he was able to gather a few things。 They were on a scout…around from General Harrison。 It made Measure sick； to think things had got to the point where they'd call on that likker…dealing scoundrel to e north。 And he got here awful fast； too。
They spent the night camped in a clearing。 They made so much noise that Measure thought it was a wonder they didn't have every Red in the whole country nosing around before morning。
The next day； he flat refused to be dragged along on a rope。 〃I'm near naked； I got no weapons； and you can kill me or let me ride。〃 They could talk about bringing him in alive or dead and not caring which； but he knew that that was talk。 These were a crude bunch； but they didn't hanker much after killing white men in cold blood。 So he ended up on horseback； holding one of them around the waist。 Pretty soon they reached country that had some roads and trails； and they made good time。
Just after noon they reached an army camp。 Not much of an army； maybe a hundred in uniform and another two hundred marching and drilling on a parade ground that used to be a pasture。 Measure couldn't remember the name of the family that lived here。 They were new folks； just e up from the area around Carthage。 Turned out it didn't matter who they were； though。 It was General Harrison had their house for his headquarters； and these scouts led him straight to Harrison。
〃Ah；〃 said Harrison。 〃One of the renegades。〃
〃I'm no renegade；〃 said Measure。 〃They been treating me like a prisoner this whole way。 I swear the Reds treated me better than your White soldiers。〃
〃I ain't surprised much；〃 said Harrison。 〃They treated you real nice； I'm sure。 Where's the other renegade？〃
〃Other renegade？ You mean my brother Alvin？ You know who I am； and you ain't letting me go home？〃
〃You answer my questions； and then I'll give some thought to answering yours。〃
〃My brother Alvin ain't here； and he ain't ing； and from what I see before me I'm real glad he did