Finally； though； they fell silent； weary to the bone from all their running； not to mention their work moving the tree and the plain terror when the Chok…Taw was out to torture them。 Measure started snoring lightly。 And Alvin； he found himself drifting。 In the very last moments before sleep； he heard that green music again； or saw it； or anyhow knew that it was there。 But before he could even listen； he dozed off。 Dozed off and slept real peaceful； what with the night breeze blowing cool off the river； the blanket and the warmth of Measure's body keeping him warm； the nightsounds of the animals； the cries of a hungry infant from a hut somewhere； all of it was part of the green music flowing through his head。
Chapter 8 Red…Lover
They gathered in the clearing； some thirty White men； grim…faced and angry and tired from walking through the woods。 The trail was easy enough to follow； but it seemed like the branches grabbed at them and the roots tripped them up the forest was never kind to a White man。 Then there was an hour lost when the trail reached a stream； and they had to go up and down the stream to find where the Reds took them boys out of the water and up onto land again。 Old Alvin Miller like to went crazy when he saw they dragged the boys through water it took his son Calm about ten minutes to get him quiet and able to go on。 The man was just mad with fear。
〃Shbuldn't've sent him away； I never should've let him go；〃 he kept saying。
And Calm kept saying； 〃Could've happened anywhere； don't blame yourself； we'll find them all right； they're still walking ain't they？〃 All kinds of talk； but mostly it was his voice that soothed Al Miller； it was his manner some folks even said it was his knack； that his ma named him straight for what he could best do。
Now they were in the clearing； and trails led off about five different ways； and all of them plumb disappeared after a few steps。 They found the boys' tore…up underwear a few steps into the woods heading northwest。 Nobody figured they ought to show that to Al Miller； so by the time he got there him bringing up the rear at that point； with Calm by his side the underjohns were tucked away out of sight。
〃We'll never track them from here；〃 said Armor…of…God。 〃The boys aren't leaving no footprints now which don't mean nothing； Mr。 Miller； so don't you fret。〃 Armor called his father…in…law Mr。 Miller ever since Al throwed him out of the house into the snow that time he came to say Al Junior was dying cause the family mitted the sin of using hexes and beseechings。 It just don't seem right to call a man Pa after he heaves you off his porch。 〃They might be toting the boys； or they might be stepping after them； kind of wiping out their prints。 We all know if a Red don't want to leave a trail； there ain't no trail。〃
〃We all know about Reds；〃 said Al Miller。 〃And what they do to White boys when they〃
〃So far all we know is they're trying to scare us；〃 said Armor。
〃Doing a good job so far；〃 said one of the Swedes。 〃Scared mostly to death； my family and me。〃
〃Besides； everybody knows Armor…of…God here is a Red…lover。〃
Armor looked around； trying to see who said that。 〃If by Red…lover you mean I think Reds are human beings just like Whites； then it's true。 But if you mean I like Reds better than Whites； then you best work up some courage to step out here and say it to my face； so I can mash your face into the bark of a tree。〃
〃No need to quarrel；〃 said Reverend Thrower； panting。 He wasn't much for exercise； was Thrower； so he only just now caught up with the rest of them。 〃The Lord God loves all his children； even the heathens。 Armor…of…God is a good Christian。 But we all know that if it ever es to fighting between Christian and heathen； Armor…of…God will stand on the side of righteousness。〃
The crowd murmured their agreement。 After all； they all liked Armor； he'd loaned most of them money or given them credit at his store； and never nagged them for payment a good many of them might not have made it through their first few years in Wobbish country if it wasn't for Armor。 Grateful or not； though； they all knew he treated Reds like they was almost White； which was a bit suspicious at a time like this。
〃It's ing to fighting right now；〃 said a man。 〃We don't have to track down these Reds。 We got their names on the saddles； carved right in。〃
〃Now just wait a minute！〃 said Armor…of…God。 〃You just think a minute！ In all this time Prophetstown's been a…growing there across the Wobbish from Vigor Church； has any Red so much as stole a thing from you？ Slapped one of your children？ Snatched a pig？ Done any single bad thing to any one of you？〃
〃I think stealing Al Miller's boys is a pretty bad thing！〃 said a man。
〃I'm talking about the Reds in Prophetstown！ You know they never done nothing wrong； you know that！ And you know why； too。 You know it's cause the Prophet tells them to live in peace； keep to their own land and do no harm to the White man。〃
〃That ain't what Ta…Kumsaw says！〃
〃Well even if they did want to do some terrible crime against White folks which I ain't saying is there any one of you thinks Ta…Kumsaw or Tenskwa…Tawa is so blamed stupid he's going to sign his name？〃
〃They're proud of killing White folks！〃
〃If the Red man was smart； he'd be White！〃
〃See what I mean about Red…lovers？〃
Armor…of…God knew these people； and he knew that most of them were still with him。 Even the grumblers weren't about to go off half…cocked； they'd sit tight until the whole group decided on action。 So let them call him a Red…lover； that was fine； when men was scared and mad they said things that later they repented of。 As long as they waited。 As long as they didn't jump into war against the Reds。
Cause Armor had his suspicions about this whole thing。 It was just too easy； the way them horses was sent on home with names carved in the saddle。 It wasn't the way Reds did things； even the bad ones that would kill you soon as look at you。 Armor knew enough about Reds to know they only tortured to give a man a chance to show brave； not to terrorize people。 （Or most Reds anyway there were stories about the Irrakwa before they got civilized。） So whoever did this wasn't acting like a natural Red。 Armor was near convinced it was a hired…out job。 The French in Detroit had been trying to cause war between Reds and American settlers for years it might've been them。 And it might have been Bill Harrison。 Oh yes； it might well have been that man； down there like a spider in his fort on the Hio。 Armor thought that was the most likely thing。 Course he wouldn't dare to say it out loud； cause folks would think he was just jealous of Bill Harrison； which was true he was jealous。 But he also knew that Harrison was a wicked man； who'd do anything to make things go his way。 Maybe even get some wild Reds to e up and kill a few White boys near Prophetstown。 After all； it was Tenskwa…Tawa who got most of the Reds from Harrison's part of the country to lay off whisky and e to Prophetstown。 And it was Ta…Kumsaw who ran off half the White settlers down there。 It looked to Armor like Harrison was behind this； a lot more likely than the French。
But he couldn't say none of this； cause there was no proof。 He just had to try to keep things calm； till some real evidence showed up。
Which might be right now。 They'd brought along old Tack Sweeper； wheezing his way with the best of them it was remarkable how vigorous he was； for a man whose lungs sounded like a baby's rattle when he breathed。 Tack Sweeper had him a knack； which wasn't all that reliable； he was the first to say。 But sometimes it worked remarkable well。 What he did was stand around in a place for a while with his eyes closed and sort of see the things that happened there in the past。 Just quick little visions； a few faces。 Like that time they was afraid maybe Jan de Vries killed hisself on purpose； or maybe was murdered； Tack was able to see how it was an accident when his gun went off in his own face； so they could bury him in the churchyard and not have to worry about hunting for no killer。
So the hope was Tack could tell them