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using physical torture. ‘Pull a bullet out of midair, or a coin from his ear.’
    ‘Which same any half-way good Nemenuh witch man or woman can do?’ drawled the Kid. ‘No sir. Happen you aim to make him think you’re a top medicine man who’s strong enough to break the death curse, you’ll have to do a whole heap better than that.’
    ‘Happen the microscope works,’ Dusty drawled. ‘I’ve an idea that’ll make this hombre think he’s run across the top medicine man of the whole white race.’
    ‘What’s that?’ asked Mark.
    ‘Go get the microscope,’ Dusty told him, ignoring the question.
    ‘It’s packed in a polished wooden box in my trunk, Mark,’ Hollenheimer went on. ‘Tommy will find it for you if you ask him.’
    ‘Do that,’ Dusty said. ‘And ask Uncle Devil if he’ll let Tommy come back here with you. Tell him it’s mighty important.’
    ‘Sure,’ Mark answered and left without further talk.
    ‘You start telling that Waw’ai what a right fine medicine man the Professor is, Lon,’ Dusty continued. ‘Lay it on good and thick.’
    ‘Why sure,’ grinned the Kid, having such faith in the small Texan that he needed no further instructions or explanation. ‘Start up some of your magic, Professor, so’s he can see that I’m not fooling.’
    Although the Waw’ai tended to scoff and stated that he had never heard of the white people having medicine men, he stared at Hollenheimer who nonchalantly reached an apparently empty hand into the air and produced a silver dollar between his finger-tips. Give the Professor his due, no matter what motive lay behind his acquiring a knowledge of sleight-of-hand, he learned real well. Working with only the items from his pockets, he performed a series of highly diverting tricks. Dusty and the Kid watched with interest, seeing that the Waw’ai gave Hollenheimer his attention without being over-impressed.
    Mark returned with Tommy Okasi who carried the microscope box and set it on the table. Walking over, Hollenheimer opened the box, took out and set up the microscope. Then he handed Mark one of the slides and told the blond giant to take it outside then place a couple of spots of water, from the rain-filled barrel against the side of the building, on to it, While Mark went to obey, Hollenheimer gave the Kid his instructions.
    ‘This white medicine man has great puha ,’ the Kid informed the Waw’ai .
    ‘I haven’t seen it yet,’ the Indian sniffed.
    ‘Soon you will,’ promised the Kid, voice holding a threatening note.
    When Mark re-entered the cabin, Hollenheimer took the slide from him and carried it to where the Waw’ai stood. Holding the slide between the tips of his fingers, Hollenheimer raised it to before the Indian’s eyes.
    ‘What do you see?’ he asked, speaking Comanche.
    ‘A small piece of white man’s glass,’ answered the Waw’ai and showed surprise at hearing his native tongue come from the strangely-dressed white man.
    ‘Nothing more?’
    ‘It is only a small piece of glass, with a little water on it.’
    ‘You do not see things moving in the water?’
    ‘There could be nothing in such a tiny spot,’ scoffed the Waw’ai ,
    ‘Bring him to the table,’ ordered Hollenheimer and backed away, keeping the slide in plain view all the time.
    While guessing that Hollenheimer had aroused their prisoner’s interest, Dusty did not intend to take chances. After unfastening the Waw’ai’s legs, but before freeing his arms, Dusty hobbled his ankles in such a manner that he could walk but not make any sudden moves.
    Hollenheimer made sure that the Waw’ai would receive the full benefit of a modern scientific wonder, placing the slide into position and focusing the microscope while the freeing of the Indian took place. On the man being brought to the table, Hollenheimer removed the’ slide from beneath the lens and repeated his question. Again the Waw’ai insisted that he saw only a piece of glass with a spot of water on