They have not even descended the dune when the unwounded Arab looks behind him. He does it with a quick turn of his body, and it does not seem to be a casual glance.
“He was expecting us,” says Teuns Stegmann. “It is impossible that he could have heard us, so he must have known they would be followed.”
“He is expecting men from the French Foreign Legion, not Arabs as we appear to be,” Fritz Mundt reckons and prods his horse with his heels to move faster.
The subsequent reaction of the Arab surprises them because, from this distance, they must look like ordinary Arabs to him. So instead of stopping his horse and being pleased, he does a strange thing so that the three of them sit more upright in their saddles.
Then, as agile as a cat, he jumps out of the saddle, jerks his wounded mate o
