The captain looks at the sheik, sitting in the semi-darkness against the wall. His swarthy face is a little pale, and his eyes are big and burning with powerless hate.
“You are speaking like a child, Capitaine,” the sheik says mockingly and spits in the captain’s direction. “You have much to learn still, as you do not know the Dulacs of the Sahara yet.”
CapitaineLefevre merely shrugs. “In that case, much blood will still be spilled here, Feisan,” he says. “Of that, you can be very sure. You will lose more men in front of this door than you would have lost if you had attacked the fort with the whole garrison inside.”
“We will kill them in such a manner that they will be stacked up against the roof of this corridor, Feisan,” Teuns adds while watching the corner. “They will not enter this
