“Yes, let us shoot them now,” says another one.
“From this moment on, I will give the orders,” Panos says harshly and challenging. “We cannot all be talking at the same time, and I do not want to hear another word about this nonsense that we should kill them. They must lead us, and then we will deliver them into the hands of the Arabs.”
“One is enough to lead us so that we can kill two of them,” one of the deserters reckons. Panos hits him with the back of his hand through his face so that he nearly falls over in the sand.
Teuns quickly looks at the deserters, and he sees how they are all glaring at Panos, and he knows that there is no love lost under them towards one another. On the contrary, they will cut each other’s throats at the slightest provocation.
“Did I not tell you that I a
