Teuns Stegmann gets up quickly from of the sand. The other men are still sleeping. It is already very light. He looks around and listens intently. The droning noise is coming out of the sky and not the earth. It is a plane. With two big steps, he is at Catroux’s side, and he wakes him.
“I hear a plane, mon Sergent,” Teuns says urgently. “It is coming out of the east and is not far off anymore.”
mon SergentThe other men also wake up and stand there, frightened and tired.
“Do not tell me Algiers has decided to come and look for us,” Catroux says with a cynical smile.
“That will truly be a miracle,” Podolski reckons and dusts the sand off his uniform.
“It will not be much of a miracle,” Teuns says quickly. “They know in Algiers about this woman’s escape from Fort Laval and are very inter
