Wegner told the story just as Auguste remembered it, ending, "I lost my leg, but I still have my life, thanks to Auguste de Marion, for whom I never did a single thing good." _If I could have taken him back to the Sauk camp, I might even have saved his leg._ Ford said, "Mr. Wegner, we've heard that Auguste de Marion is a murderer and a traitor to his country." "Lies!" said Otto Wegner firmly. "By the rules of war he had every right to kill me and he did not. He is the most Christian man I have ever known." _I wonder if Wegner knows I have never believed in any spirits but Earthmaker and the Turtle and the Bear._ Returning from the witness chair, Wegner stopped to take Auguste's hand in both of his. "I am so glad I could come and speak for you. You are a _great_ man, Herr Auguste." Auguste, struggling to hold back tears, murmured his thanks. Perhaps Elysee could replace the money Wegner had spent getting here, if the Prussian was not too proud to take it. Ford began questioning Eli Greenglove about Old Man's Creek. "Hell, there weren't no Injuns in ambush in the woods," Greenglove drawled. "'Twas plain as day what was going on. They was a few scouts that come to watch what happened to the peace party. Most of our men were carrying a right powerful load of whiskey. Some of the men saw the scouts hiding in the woods and got excited. Colonel Raoul, he used that as an excuse to order us to finish off the Injuns with the white flag." "And you shot Auguste?" Ford asked. "I give him that ear." Greenglove pointed in the general direction of Auguste's right ear. "Hoped he'd be smart enough to play possum after he was hit." "Why did you choose not to kill Auguste? Did you think it would be murder?" Greenglove cackled scornfully. "Hell, that never stopped me before. No, it was real simple." He paused, and the courtroom was still. "I saved that boy's life because I wanted Colonel Raoul to marry my daughter, Clarissa." And suddenly Eli Greenglove started to cry. Tears ran down his bony cheeks and sobs shook his lean frame. Ford stood looking wide-eyed, turned to stare at Auguste, who himself was dumbfounded, having never seen a man like Eli Greenglove cry. Bennett broke the embarrassed silence. "Your Honor, I don't see what this man's daughter has to do with the case." Greenglove's moist eyes narrowed to angry slits. "Just shut up a minute, lawyer, and I'll tell you. My daughter lived with Raoul de Marion for seven years and bore him two kids, but he wouldn't marry her because she weren't good enough for him. No, he had to have the preacher's daughter. That lady, Miss Hale." He pointed toward the spectators. "But she was sweet on Mr. Pierre's boy, Auguste, and I could see he had an eye for her too. As long as Auguste was alive, I figured there'd be a chance that Miss Hale would run off with him. So I made sure to keep him alive."