‘That has been tried. The dogs would find us and rip our throats out. I want my death to be quick. I’m going to let them see me, then start running. That way they’ll shoot me. I – I don’t want the dogs to get me.’
Jamie gripped Banda’s arm. ‘We may die, but I’ll be damned if we’re going to run to our deaths. Let’s make them work for it.’
They could begin to distinguish words in the distance. ‘Keep moving, you lazy bastards,’ a voice was yelling. ‘Follow me … stay in line … You’ve all had a good night’s sleep … Now let’s get some work done …’
In spite of his brave words, Jamie found he was retreating from the voice. He turned to look at the sea again. Was drowning an easier way to die? He watched the reefs tearing viciously at the demon waves breaking over them and he suddenly saw something else, something beyond the waves. He could not understand what it was. ‘Banda, look …’
Far out at sea an impenetrable grey wall was moving towards them, blown by the powerful westerly winds.
‘It’s the sea mis!’ Banda exclaimed. ‘It comes in two or three times a week.’
While they were talking, the mis moved closer, like a gigantic grey curtain sweeping across the horizon, blotting out the sky.
The voices had moved closer, too. ‘Den dousant! Damn this mis! Another slowdown. The bosses ain’t gonna like this …’
‘We’ve got a chance!’ Jamie said. He was whispering now.
‘What chance?’
‘The mis! They won’t be able to see us.’
‘That’s no help. It’s going to lift sometime, and when it does we’re still going to be right here. If the guards can’t move through the land mines, neither can we. You try to cross this desert in the mis and you won’t go ten yards before you’re blown to pieces. You’re looking for one of your miracles.’
‘You’re damned right I am,’ Jamie said.
The sky was darkening overhead. The mis was closer, covering the sea, ready to swallow up the shore. It had an eerie, menacing look about it as it rolled towards them, but Jamie thought exultantly. It’s going to save us!
A voice suddenly called out, ‘Hey! You two! What the hell are you doin’ there?’
Jamie and Banda turned. At the top of a dune about a hundred yards away was a uniformed guard carrying a rifle. Jamie looked back at the shore. The mis was closing in fast.
‘You! You two! Come here,’ the guard yelled. He lifted his rifle.
Jamie raised his hands. ‘I twisted my foot,’ he called out. ‘I can’t walk.’
‘Stay where you are,’ the guard ordered. ‘I’m comin’ to get you.’ He lowered his rifle and started moving towards them. A quick look back showed that the mis had reached the edge of the shore, and was coming in swiftly.
‘Run!’ Jamie whispered. He turned and raced towards the beach. Banda running close behind him.
‘Stop!’
A second later they heard the sharp crack of a rifle, and the sand ahead of them exploded. They kept running, racing to meet the great dark wall of the fog. There was another rifle shot, closer this time, and another, and the next moment the two men were in total darkness. The sea mis licked at them, chilling them, smothering them. It was like being buried in cotton. It was impossible to see anything.
The voices were muffled now and distant, bouncing off the mis and coming from all directions. They could hear other voices calling to one another.
‘Kruger! … It’s Brent … Can you hear me?’
‘I hear you, Kruger …’
‘There’re two of them,’ the first voice yelled. ‘A white man and a black. They’re on the beach. Spread your men out. Skiet hom! Shoot to kill.’
‘Hang on to me,’ Jamie whispered.
Banda gripped his arm. ‘Where are you going?’
‘We’re getting out of here.’
Jamie brought his compass up to his face. He could barely see it. He turned until the compass was pointing east. ‘This way …’
‘Wait! We can’t walk. Even if we don’t bump into a guard or a dog, we’re going to set off a land mine.’
‘You said there are a hundred yards before the mines start. Let’s get away from the beach.’
They started moving towards the desert, slowly and unsteadily, blind men in an unknown land. Jamie paced off the yards. Whenever they stumbled in the soft sand, they picked themselves up and kept moving. Jamie stopped to check the compass every few feet. When he estimated they had travelled almost a hundred yards, he stopped.
‘This should be about where the land mines start. Is there any pattern to the way they’re placed? Anything you can think of that could help us?’
‘Prayer,’ Banda answered. ‘Nobody’s ever gotten past those land mines, Jamie. They’re scattered all over the field, buried about six inches down. We’re going to have to stay here until the mis lifts and give ourselves up.’
Jamie listened to the cotton-wrapped voices ricocheting around them.
‘Kruger! Keep in voice contact …’
‘Right, Brent …’
‘Kruger …’
‘Brent …’
Disembodied voices calling to each other in the blinding fog. Jamie’s mind was racing, desperately exploring every possible avenue of escape. If they stayed where they were, they would be killed the instant the mis lifted. If they tried moving through the field of mines, they would be blown to bits.
‘Have you ever seen the land mines?’ Jamie whispered.
‘I helped bury some of them.’
‘What sets them off?’
‘A man’s weight. Anything over eighty pounds will explode them. That way they don’t kill the dogs.’
Jamie took a deep breath. ‘Banda, I may have a way for us to get out of here. It might not work. Do you want to gamble with me?’
‘What have you got in mind?’
‘We’re going to cross the mine fields on our bellies. That way we’ll distribute our weight across the sand.’
‘Oh, Jesus!’
‘What do you think?’
‘I think I was crazy for ever leaving Cape Town.’
‘Are you with me?’ He could barely make out Banda’s face next to him.
‘You don’t leave a man a lot of choice, do you?’
‘Come on then.’
Jamie carefully stretched himself out flat on the sand. Banda looked at him a moment, took a deep breath and joined him. Slowly the two men began crawling across the sand, towards the minefield.
‘When you move,’ Jamie whispered, ‘don’t press down with your hands or your legs. Use your whole body.’
There was no reply. Banda was busy concentrating on staying alive.
They were in a smothering, grey vacuum that made it impossible to see anything. At any instant they could bump into a guard, a dog or one of the land mines. Jamie