Chapter 3THE THIRST
“The column will rest until ordered,” so the men are told, but a small section is assigned to watch the movements of the waiting Arabs.
“Rest? That is a nice joke,” Fritz Mundt complained, laughing derisively. “Who can rest when the sun is burning you half-crazy and thirst continues to gnaw at you. Seems to me the Capitaine completely forgot that the last time we felt a drop of water touch our lips was more than an hour ago.”
“Apparently we have to rest so that we will have enough strength to commit murder,” griped Jack Ritchie and he looked down at Teuns Stegmann.
“Don’t break your heads over it, you “doubting Thomases”,” the South African said quietly. “D’Arlan will do something to save us from this predicament.”
“Do you think he’s going to strike water from a ro
