Chapter 6THE COWARDS
Teuns, Fritz and Jack stood and watched the four riders as they blazed a trail of dust in the direction of the Atlas Mountains, that were now a deep blue in the light of the late afternoon. They were headed for an opening through the foothills, which apparently lead directly to a great tear in the mountains. A dark, mysterious tear that seemed to divide the massive range of mountains into two.
Finally, they also turned around and walked back to the clay huts, thankful that the breeze blowing from the southwest was driving away the stench so that it was not so bad.
“And so, what do you think of the white fairy?” Fritz Mundt grumbled, while piling some loose cigarette tobacco he had found in his pockets onto a piece of paper to roll into a cigarette.
“The most beauti
