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o；〃 he told them。 〃From there we'll go south to talk to the Chok…Taw and the Chicky…Saw。〃
Take us with you； they said。 You won't be safe alone。 But he didn't answer them； and soon enough they gave up。 He set off at a run； and once again Alvin fell in step behind him； matching him stride for stride。 It was almost as far again as the journey from Mizogan to Detroit。 By nightfall they would be at the edge of the Land of Flints。 Ta…Kumsaw planned to sleep there； and find dreams of his own； before daring to lead a White boy to Eight…Face Mound。
Chapter 12 Cannons
Measure heard them ing only seconds before the door swung open and light flooded the root cellar。 Time enough to dump out the dirt and tuck his loincloth into the deerhide belt； then scramble forward onto the potatoes。 The breechclout was so filthy it was like wearing dirt； but this wasn't a time to get finicky。
They didn't waste no time on prison inspection； so they didn't see the hole that was now reaching a good two feet under the back wall。 Instead they reached in and drug him out by the armpits； slamming the root cellar doors shut behind him。 The light was so sudden it dazzled him； and he couldn't make out who had him； or how many they were。 Didn't much matter。 Anyone local would have known him right off； so they had to be Harrison's boys； and once he knew that； he knew it wasn't nothing good going to happen to him。
〃Like a pig；〃 said Harrison。 〃Disgusting。 You look like a Red。〃
〃You put me in a hole in the ground；〃 said Measure。 〃I ain't about to e out clean。〃
〃I gave you one long night to think about it； boy；〃 said Harrison； 〃Now you got to make up your mind。 There's two ways you can be useful to me。 One is alive； you telling all about how they tortured your brother to death； him screaming every second。 You make it a good story； and you tell all about how Ta…Kumsaw and the Prophet were there； getting their own hands into the boy's blood。 You tell a story like that； and it's worth keeping you alive。〃
〃Ta…Kumsaw saved my life from your Chok…Taw Reds；〃 said Measure； 〃That's the only story I'll tell。 Except to mention how you wanted me to tell another story。〃
〃That's what I thought；〃 said Harrison。 〃Fact is； even if you lied to me and promised to tell the story my way； I reckon I wouldn't've believed you。 So we both agree it's the other choice。〃
Measure knew Harrison meant to produce his body； with the evidence of torture on it。 Dead； he couldn't tell anybody who did the cutting and burning。 Well； thought Measure； you'll see I die as brave as any man。
But because he wasn't one to wele death with both hands； he thought he'd give talking a bit more of a try。 〃You let me go and call off this war； Harrison； and I'll keep my mouth shut。 Just let me wander in； and you allow as how it was all a terrible mistake and take your boys on home and leave Prophetstown in peace； and I won't tell a word otherwise。 That's a lie I'm glad to tell。〃
Harrison hesitated just a moment； and Measure allowed himself to hope he might actually have some spark of godliness left in him； to turn away from the sin of murder before it was fully done。 Then Harrison smiled； shook his head； and waved his hand at a big ugly riverman standing right up against the wall。
〃Mike Fink； this here's a renegade White boy； who has joined in with all the evil doings of Ta…Kumsaw and his gang of child…killers and wife…rapers。 I hope you'll break several of his bones。〃
Fink stood there； contemplating。 〃I reckon he'll make a…powerful lot of noise； Gov。〃
〃Well； jam in a gag on him。〃 Harrison took a kerchief out of his own coat pocket。 〃Here； stuff this in his mouth and tie it there。〃
Fink plied。 Measure tried to keep his eyes off him； tried to calm the dread that made his belly so tight and his bladder so full。 The kerchief filled his mouth so full he choked on it。 He only got control of himself by breathing slow and steady through his nose。 Fink tied his own red scarf so tight around Measure's face that it forced the gag down into his throat even farther； again it took all his concentration just to breathe evenly and stop from gagging and retching。 If he did that； he'd sure breathe the that kerchief； right down into his lungs； and then he would die。
Which was a crazy thought； seeing as how Harrison meant to have him dead no matter what。 Maybe choking on a kerchief would be better than the pain Fink meant to cause。 But Measure had too strong a spark of life to choose to die like that。 Pain or not； when he died he'd go out gasping； not smothering himself just to get off easy。
〃Breaking his bones ain't the way Reds do it。〃 Fink was being helpful。 〃They usually cut and burn。〃
〃Well； we don't have time for cutting； and you can burn the body after he's dead。 The point of this is to have a colorful corpse； Mike； not to cause this boy pain。 We're not savages； or at least some of us aren't。〃
Mike chuckled； then reached out； took Measure by the shoulder； and kicked his feet out from under him。 Measure never felt so helpless in his life as in that moment when he fell。 Fink didn't have an inch of height or reach on him； and Measure knew a few wrassling tricks； but Fink never even tried to grapple with him。 Just a grab and a kick； and Measure was on the floor。
〃Don't you need to tie him first？〃 asked Harrison。
In answer； Fink picked up Measure's left leg so fast and high that Measure slid across the floor and his buttocks lifted right into the air。 No chance to get leverage； no chance to kick。 Then Fink brought Measure's leg down across his own thigh hard and sharp。 His leg bones snapped like dry kindling wood。 Measure screamed into the gag； then nearly inhaled the kerchief gasping for breath。 He never felt pain like that in all his life。 For one crazy moment he thought； This is how Alvin felt when that millstone fell on his leg。
〃Not in here；〃 said Harrison。 〃Take him out back。 Do it in the root cellar。〃
〃How many bones you want me to break？〃 asked Fink。
〃All of them。〃
Fink picked Measure up by an arm and a leg and practically tossed him up over his shoulders。 Despite the pain； Measure tried to lay in a punch or two； but Fink jerked down on his arm； breaking it right at the elbow。
Measure was barely conscious the rest of the way outside。 He heard somebody in the distance call； 〃Who you got there！〃
Fink yelled back； 〃Caught us a Red spy； sneaking around！〃
The voice from the distance sounded familiar to Measure； but he couldn't concentrate well enough to remember who it was。 〃Tear him apart！〃 he shouted。
Fink didn't answer。 He didn't set Measure down to open the root cellar doors； even though they were low and at a slant； so you had to reach out and down； then pull them up。 Fink just hooked the toe of his boot under the door and flipped it up。 It moved so fast it banged on the ground and rebounded so as to nearly close again； but by then Fink was already stepping into the cellar； the door hit his thigh and bounced right open again。 Measure just heard it as banging and a little jostling； which made his leg and his elbow hurt all the more。 Why haven't I fainted yet； he wond