"These were the same Indians who came here and murdered my wife, Monsieur Légiste."
"That baby probably wasn't even born when your wife was murdered, Mr. Perrault."
If I ever get free I'll kill you, Perrault. By the White Bear spirit I swear it.
A chill came over Auguste at his own thought. He recalled Owl Carver's warning against trying to turn the power of the spirits against any other human being. Terrible consequences lay in store for the shaman who did so.
I'm probably going to be hanged as it is. What else can happen to me?
Auguste heard Raoul's voice from somewhere behind him, among the spectators. "Hey, Bennett! Aren't you going to say anything? What's this got to do with the mongrel?"
"Order!" Cooper rapped on his table with a carpenter's mallet.
Bennett stood up a little uncertainly. "If it please your honor, I called Mr. Perrault to testify about what happened at Old Man's Creek. I don't see why counsel for the defense is bringing up this other incident."
"All right, Your Honor," said Ford. "I have no more questions for this baby killer." Auguste saw sudden pallor in the part of Armand's face not covered by his beard.
"Objection!" shouted Bennett.