“It looks as if you are staring at a beautiful woman,” says Fritz, but Teuns ignores him.
“He does not hear a word I am saying,” Fritz complains.
“Come, let us start walking,” Jack Ritchie pokes him. “If we rest atop every dune for half an hour, we will get nowhere.”
Jack and Fritz start to ascend the dune, but Teuns keeps standing as if rooted to the spot.
“Are you having trouble saying farewell to the horse that had brought you this far?” Fritz asks teasingly.
“Come and look here,” Teuns tells the other two, who had stopped when they saw he was not following them.
“What is it? Some beautiful scenery of nature?” asks Jack, and he and Fritz stagger up to the top again.
“Look over there!” says Teuns and points. “Far away on that dune to the west, and you must look closely.”
“I see a
