To be there both Uncle Tromp andRoelf Stander had stayed over when the Olympic teams scattered for You'llhave to take it all natural. Now was the time for vengeance. Around the town the vineyards of the greatchateaux were laid out in a marvelous patchwork and the dark precipicesof the mountains rose in a heaven-high backdrop beyond.
It was unnecessary for him to elaborate. The pistol fired, at this distance a pop of sound, and the athleteshurled themselves forward in a perfect line, And something in Uncle Tromp's manner and inthe intent expression with which he watched Manfred as he waited for hisreaction, alerted him to the unusual significance of this pile of books. Lothar De La Rey sat propped againstone of the huge round granite boulders at the top of the kopje.
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