When the lion feeds – Wilbur Smith Gecertificeerd

‘Francois, how many men up at the face?’ ‘Cave-in.’ Francois’s voice was now hysterically shrill. ‘Cave-in.’ He broke Sean’s grip and raced away towards the lift station, the mud flying from his gumboots. His terror infected Sean and he ran a dozen paces after Francois before he stopped himself. For precious seconds he wavered with fear slithering round like a reptile in his stomach; go back to call the others and perhaps die with them or follow Francois and live. Into the wilds of Natal in the 1870s are bo…