“I know that,” Teuns says and smiles. “I have been in the desert long enough to know how Dulacs can give chase.”
The sheik hastily rides out of the water, followed by the other Arab. He rides quickly up to his men and orders them. “Mount your horses!” He calls a young warrior aside. “Ghouri,” he tells the eager young Arab. “You will take your horse and ride one kilometer east of Harba, where you will stop. You have the strongest horse of us all, and that is why I am sending you. This Legion dog will come and hand the Sabre of Dutra to you.”
The sheik looks slyly at Teuns, standing over there in the water. The Arab, Ghouri, is standing behind the sheik’s big horse. “Take this,” the sheik says, handing a small pistol to the young Arab. “Hide this under your hood. You are supposed to be una
