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If he reached his own, the lack of his pistol would be the least of his problems, and if he met the Germans, what could he do against a patrol of well-armed soldiers? Look how much there is!”

“Because…,” Melina started to explain, but stopped at his exuberance. Maybe on the sidewalks of London, but not here in the sands of the Sahara. He suspected it was somehow also made by Melina, specifically, the voice she was talking to, though he couldn’t explain how. He would even have preferred a forced landing because it would have brought him a few more kilometers closer to the road, but that was out of his hands. All day he looked all day for some bush that the instructor had told them would point to a spring or at least a trace of dampness where he could dig a hole, hoping that by morning some water would collect.