With a sudden jolt of his body, Fritz Mundt swings around and jumps off the horse. He lands on his feet next to the horse, and the Arab is less than ten paces away. The Arab shouted in confusion. It is a high, screaming cry, as in front of him is not his comrade that he had left behind a while ago, but a Legion man with broad shoulders and eyes full of hatred.
Then the Arab makes a lethal mistake. He tries to reach the trigger of his rifle before Fritz can reach his.
When Fritz had been turned around, the Arab already had his rifle in his hands because he had become suspicious when Fritz had not immediately answered him when he had spoken to him for the first time. He pulls his rifle upwards and against his shoulder, but it is already too late. With this art, he is not as masterful as an
