Teuns ignores him, as he knows full well they will not harm him until they know everything there is to know about this new weapon.
The South African steps closer to the Arab on the ground, but the guards grab him.
“Stay where you are, private,” the chief orders. “You will not take that loaded rifle into your hands. I will bury the blade of this curved sabre between your shoulder blades.”
Again Teuns ignores him. The first chance he gets, he moves closer to the Arab on the sand, who is still struggling with the rifle. The man is now practically in front of his feet.
Suddenly, he crouches down next to the Arab. He lowers his head and looks with interest at the man’s finger, moving on the trigger.
The armed Arabs are standing so close to him that he imagines he feels their hot breaths on
