_Kill him how? He is armed and I am not._
But Wegner was in dire pain. White Bear could jump out of the tree on the Prussian"s back and bring his foot down hard on the knee with the arrow in it. That should hurt Wegner enough to loosen his grip on his rifle, so that White Bear could get it away from him and shoot him with it or smash his skull.
More Sauk braves were riding closer, and Wegner must be taking aim in the darkness down there. White Bear scrambled down the ladder of tree limbs he had climbed.
As he reached the lowest limb, moonlight showed Wegner rolling over, his eyes gleaming. The rifle barrel swung toward him.
_He heard me._
White Bear leaped.
The flash blinded him for an instant. In a suffocating cloud of powder smoke he hit Wegner"s chest with knees and hands, an impact that knocked the breath from him. Wegner screamed in pain, a high, womanish sound that made White Bear"s ears ring more than the shot had.
The Prussian, under him, battered him with the rifle, trying to turn it so that he could hit him with the b.u.t.t. White Bear had both hands on the stock, and tried to kick Wegner"s knee as their bodies bucked and thrashed at the base of the oak.
White Bear remembered that militiamen often carried hunting knives in shirt pockets. Gripping Wegner"s rifle with one hand, he reached down the front of the Prussian"s leather jacket. Wegner"s eyes widened in fear, and he thrust frantically with his rifle. White Bear felt the handle of a knife and pulled it free. The broad steel blade twinkled, reflecting moon and stars.
Now. One thrust into his enemy"s throat.
White Bear slid the point under the bandanna around Wegner"s neck and pressed it into the soft place just above the collarbone. The man"s eyes seemed about to pop out of his head. His thick, dark mustache was drawn back from his clenched teeth.
Trying to make himself kill the man, White Bear felt as sick in his stomach as he had when he was waiting for Raoul"s bullet.
And he remembered again, the night after Raoul had driven him out of Victoire and offered fifty pieces of eight for his death, what he had heard Otto Wegner say.
He did not push the knife any farther. But he realized that Wegner would still kill him, given any chance. He held himself ready to strike.
"Drop your rifle," he whispered. "Slide it away from you. Make a sudden move and I"ll cut your throat."
Wegner did as White Bear told him.
He said, "You are keeping me alive to torture me."
If he brought Wegner back to the Sauk, White Bear thought, the warriors would want to kill him slowly. Again he felt that hot shame.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked.
"You are Raoul de Marion"s nephew, Auguste. How can you be still alive?
I saw Greenglove shoot you."
White Bear ignored the question. "Three of us came to you under a white flag to talk peace, and you shot us."
"It was wrong."
"You say that now, when I hold a knife on you. Why didn"t you speak up then?"
"Colonel de Marion is my commanding officer. Kill me, d.a.m.n you. Is it not your duty?"
"A warrior does as he pleases with his captives."
White Bear heard all around him, on the prairie and in the woods, the war cries and whistle signals of the Sauk braves. It would not be long before someone discovered White Bear crouched on top of this man, holding a knife point to his throat.
Wegner said, "If I could, I would kill you."
"Yet if you had caught me the night my uncle offered fifty Spanish dollars for my death, you would have let me go."
"How do you know that?"
It amused him to answer Wegner"s question by saying, "I am a shaman--a medicine man. We know things."
"Dummes Zeug," Wegner muttered. "Rubbish," he said louder, but his eyes wavered.
White Bear said, "I am a healer. That is my work. I will not kill you unless I have to. Give me your word you will not attack me, and I will take the knife from your throat."
Wegner closed his eyes and sighed. "You are civilized. Maybe I can trust you."
White Bear could not help laughing. "You saw today what civilized men do to their prisoners. You can trust me because I am a Sauk."
"And why do you trust me?"
"Because I think you are a man of honor."
"All right. You have my word."
White Bear slowly drew back and stood over Wegner. The Prussian sat up, then groaned. In the moonlight White Bear saw tears streaming uncontrollably from his eyes. White Bear had him sit with his back to the hollow tree. He brought his face close to the knee. With his eyes adjusted to the darkness, the half-moon"s rays were enough to show him that Wegner had broken off the end of the arrow, and the rest of it protruded from his kneecap. The arrow had gone into the joint. It hurt White Bear just to look at it.
"I can try to pull this out," White Bear said.
"Go ahead."
"Give me that cloth around your neck."
With Wegner"s bandanna White Bear wiped the blood off the arrow to make it less slippery. It would have been easier if Wegner had not broken the arrow. The protruding end was only long enough to let White Bear grip it with one hand. He wrapped his left hand around his right to give him a tighter grip, and pulled with all his strength.
Wegner fell over on his side in a faint.
_Thank Earthmaker he didn"t scream._
The arrow had not moved at all.
When Wegner came around, White Bear said, "There is nothing I can do for you. You need to get back to your own people."
Wegner"s eyes widened. "You would let me go?"
"I have to. Or else kill you. If our warriors got you I couldn"t stop them from killing you. Climb into this hollow in the tree and stay there till morning. By then, I think, our braves will be far from here."
He helped Wegner to stand and boosted him up into his hiding place.
Wegner let out a groan as he drew his wounded leg inside the opening.