“Yes, but now we are alone here, Feisan… It is only the capitaine, and you and me. You can die ten times over before one of your men arrives here. Drop that revolver!”
capitaineAt that moment, Feisan starts running away quickly. He remembers the stack of crates he had seen to the back and side of him, but when he moved, he had not considered Lefevre.
At the same time Feisan moves, the captain moves too. Lefevre had not yet forgotten the art of hand-to-hand combat, which he had been taught at the military academy. He swings his left fist in a hard arc, and the blow lands accurately on the Arab’s solar plexus.
With a soft hiccup, he spills forward and crashes onto a heap of broken Lebel rifles. Lefevre’s heavy boot descends on the hand holding the revolver when he falls. A short chop behi
