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Them Reds； they howled； they looked at each other with fear in their eyes； fear and anger at the strange things going on。 Alvin couldn't know it； being White； but the thing that made this worst of all for them was they couldn't feel it like they felt a White man's spells or charms or doodles。 A White man put a hex； they felt it like a bump in their land…sense； a beseeching was a nasty stink； a warding was a buzz when they came close。 But this that Alvin did； it didn't interrupt the land at all； their sense of how things ought to be didn't show them nothing different going on。 It was like all the natural laws had changed on them； and suddenly steel was soft and flesh was hard； rock was brittle and leather weak as grass。 They didn't look to Al or Measure as the cause of what was going on。 It was some natural force doing it； as best they could figure。
All that Alvin saw was their fear and anger and confusion； which pleased him well enough。 He wasn't cocky； though。 He knew there was some things he didn't know how to handle。 Water was the main one； if they took it in their heads to drown the boys； Al wouldn't know how to stop them； or save himself or Measure。 He was only ten； and being bound by rules he didn't understand； he hadn't figured out what…all his knack was good for； or how it worked。 Maybe there was things within his power that could be right spetackler； if he only knowed how； but the point was he didn't know； and so he only did the things that were within his reach。
This much was on his side they didn't think of drowning。 But they thought of fire。 Most likely they were planning that from the start folks told tales of finding torture victim in the Red wars back in New England； their blackened feet in the cooling ashes of a fire； where they had to watch their own toes char until the pain and bleeding and madness of it killed them。 Alvin saw them stoking up the fire； putting hot…burning branches on it to make it flare。 He didn't know how to take the heat out of a fire； he'd never tried。 So he thought as fast as he could； and while they were picking Measure up by his armpits and dragging him to the fire； Al got inside the firewood and broke it up； made it crumble into dust； so it burnt up fast； all at once； in a fire so fast it made a loud clap and a puff of bright hot light shot upward。 It rose so fast that it made a wind blow in from all directions onto the place where the fire had been； and it made a whirlwind for a second or two； whipping around； sucking up the ashes and then puffing them out to drift down like dust。
Just like that； nothing left of the fire at all except dust settling fine as mist all over the clearing。
Oh； they howled； they jumped and danced and beat on their own shoulders and chests。 And while they were carrying on like an Irish funeral； Al loosened the ropes on him and Measure； hoping against hope that they might even get away after all before their folks and neighbors found them and started in with shooting and killing and dying。
Measure felt the ropes loosening； of course； and looked sharp at Alvin； up to then he'd been almost as crazy with what was happening as the Reds。 Of course； he knew right off that it was Alvin doing it； but it wasn't as if Alvin could explain what he was planning it took Measure by surprise same as the others。 Now； though； he looked at Alvin and nodded； starting to twist his arms out of the ropes。 None of the Reds had noticed so far； and maybe they could get a running start； or maybe just maybe the Reds were so upset they wouldn't even try to follow。
Right then； though； everything changed。 There was a hooting sound from the forest； and then it got picked up by what sounded like three hundred owls； all in a circle。 Measure must have thought for a second that Al was causing that to happen； too； the way he looked at his little brother but the Reds knew what it was； and stopped their carrying on right away。 From the fear on their faces； though； Al figured it must be something good； maybe even something like rescue。
From； the forest all around the clearing there stepped out dozens； then a hundred Reds。 These were all carrying bows not a musket among them and the way they dressed and had their hair； Al reckoned them to be Shaw…Nee； and followers of the Prophet。 It was about the last thing Al expected； truth to tell。 It was White faces he wanted to see； not more Red ones。
One Red stepped out of the mass of the newers； a tall strong man with a face as hard and sharp as stone； it looked like。 He fired off a couple of harsh…sounding words； and immediately their captors began babbling； jabbering； pleading。 It was like a bunch of children； Al thought； doing something they knew they shouldn't ought to； and then their pa es along and catches them at it。 Having been caught in such mischief himself sometimes； he almost felt a little sympathy； till he remembered that what his captors had had in mind was cruel death for him and his brother。 Just because they ended up without a scratch didn't mean them Reds weren't guilty of the bad intent。
Then one word stuck out of all the yammering a name： Ta…Kumsaw。 Al looked at Measure to see if he'd heard； and Measure was looking at him； raising his eyebrows； asking the same thing。 They both mouthed the name at the same time。 Ta…Kumsaw。
Did this mean Ta…Kumsaw was in charge of all this？ Was he angry at the captors because they failed at the torture； or because they'd captured White boys at all？ There wasn't no explanation from the Reds； that was sure。 All that Al could know for sure was what they did。 The newe Reds took all the muskets away from the gun…toters； and then led them off into the woods。 Only about a dozen Reds stayed with Al and Measure。 Among them was Ta…Kumsaw。
〃They say you have fingers made of steel；〃 said Ta…Kumsaw。
Measure looked at Al for him to answer； and Al couldn't think of anything to say。 He was sure reluctant about telling this Red what it was he done。 So it was Measure answered him after all； by raising his hands and wiggling his fingers。 〃Just regular fingers near as I can tell；〃 he said。
Ta…Kumsaw reached out and took him by the hand a strong； hard grip； it must have been； cause Measure tried to pull away and couldn't。 〃Iron skin；〃 said Ta…Kumsaw。 〃Can't cut with knife。 Can't burn。 Boys made of stone。〃
He pulled Measure up to a standing position and； with his free hand； slapped him hard on the upper part of the arm。 〃Stone boy； throw me on the dirt！〃
〃I can't wrassle you；〃 said Measure。 〃I don't want a fight with nobody。〃
〃Throw me！〃 manded Ta…Kumsaw。 And he adjusted his grip； put out his foot； and waited until Measure put out his own foot to join him。 Facing off； man to man； the way the Reds did in their games。 Only this wasn't no game； not to these boys who'd been looking death in the face and didn't have no guarantee that it still wasn't just around the corner。
Al didn't know what he ought to do； but he was in a mood for doing something； ing on the heels of all his changing of things。 So it was almost without a thought of the consequences that the very moment Measure and Ta…Kumsaw started to push and pull on each other； Al made the dirt e all loose under Ta…Kumsaw's feet； so his own pushing made him fall ass over elbow in the dirt。
The other Reds had been kind of laughing and joshing about the wrassle； but when they saw the greatest chief of all the tribes； a man whose name was known from Boston to New Orleans； when they saw him smash on the ground like that they kind of left off laughing。 Truth to tell there wasn't a sound in that clearing。 Ta…Kumsaw picked himself up and looked at the dirt under his feet； scraping on it with his foot。 It was solid enough now； of course。 But he stepped a few feet away； onto the grass； and held out his hand again。
This time Measure had a little more confidence； and reached out to take his hand but at the last second； Ta…Kumsaw snatched his own hand away。 He stood very still； not looking at Measure or Al or anybody； just looking into space； his face all hard and set。 Then he turned to the other Reds and fired off a volley of words； spitting them out with all the Ss and Ks and Xs of Shaw…Nee talk。 Al and the other children of Vigor Church used to imitate Red talk by saying things like 〃boxy talksy skock woxity〃 and laughing till their sides ached。 But it didn't sound too funny the way Ta…Kumsaw said it； and when he was done Al and Measure found themselves getting pulled along by them thongs again。 And when the rags of their underjohns fell down and started tripping them up； Ta…Kumsaw came back and tore them off the boys； ripping that fabric to shreds with his bare hands； his face all angry。 Neither Al nor Measure felt like mentioning that they was left pretty near naked by this time； considering that the only wearing apparel left on them was the thong around their neck； it just didn't seem like a good time to plain。 Where Ta…Kumsaw was taking them they had no idea； and since they also had no choice about going； there wasn't much point in asking； either。
Al and Measure never ran so long or so far in their lives。 Hour after hour； mile after mile； never going too terrible fast； but never stopping； neither。 Moving like this； a Red could travel faster on foot than a White usually could on horseback； unless he was making his nag run all the way。 Which wasn't too good on the horse。 And the horse had to stay on cleared roads。 While Reds Reds didn't even need a path。
Al noticed real quick that running through the woods was different for the Reds than it was for him and Measure。 The only sound he heard was his and Measure's footfalls。 Al being near the back； he could see how things went with Measure。 The Red who was pulling Measure would push a branch with his body； and the branch would bend to make way。 But the next second when Measure tried to push through； it would snatch at his skin and then break off。 Reds would step on roots or twigs and there'd be no sound； nothing snagging their feet； Al would step on the same spot； and he'd trip up； stumble； the thong catching at his neck； or the twig would snap under his bare foot； or the rough bark of the root would tear at his skin。 Al； on account of being just a boy； was used to walking around barefoot a good deal of the time； so the soles of his feet were somewhat toughened up。 But Measure'd been in growed…man's boots for some years now； and Al could see that after maybe half a mile Measure was bleeding。
One thing he could do； Al reckoned； was help his brother's feet to heal up。 He tried to start； to find his way into his brother's feet the way he'd found his way into the stone and the steel and the wood。 Running along like that； though； it was hard to concentrate。 And living flesh was just too plicated。
Al wasn't the kind to give up。 No； he just tried a different way。 Since it was running that distracted him； he just quit thinking about running。 Didn't look at the ground。 Didn't try to step where the Red ahead of him stepped； just didn't think about it at all。 Like trimming an oil lamp； he trimmed his own wick； as they say； letting his eyes focus on nothing； thinking about nothing； letting his body work like a pet animal that could be let to have its own head and go its own way。
He had no notion that he was doing what doodlebugs do； when they let their bug go out of their head and travel on its own。 And anyway it wasn't the same； on account of there wasn't no doodlebug in the natural world who ever tried to doodle while he was running with a thong around his neck。
Now； though； he didn't have a speck of trouble getting into Measure's body； finding the sore places； the bleeding cuts on his feet； the ache in his legs； the pain in his side。 Healing the feet； toughing them up； callusing them； that was easy enough。 For the others； Al felt how Measure's body was craving for him to breathe more； deeper； faster； so Al got into his lungs and cleared them； opened them into the deepest places。 Now when Measure sucked in air； his body got more of a use out of it； like it could wring out each rag of air to get the very last drop of good out of it。 Al didn't even half understand what he was doing but he knowed it worked； cause the pain in Measure's body