Jack’s eyes sparkled. His body stiffened from denial.
“I drank, Stegmann,” he said, letting his words drift off.
Fritz unexpectedly jerked the canister out of the Englishman’s hands, shook it next to his ear and then turned it over.
It’s as dry as a bone, there’s not even a drop left.
“Why didn’t you put your hand up when D’Arlan asked you to?” asked Teuns and there is a reproving tone to his voice.
“Did I ask you for water?” The Englishman enquired bitterly. “Why do I have to be cross-examined? I’m under no obligation to you.”
“You were ashamed,” Fritz told Jack Ritchie and he looked directly at the Englishman. “I would have done the same thing.”
“I’m not angry with you,” says Teuns and he smiled at Jack. At the same time, he took the plug off his canteen and offered it to Jack.
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