Master of the Game. Sidney Sheldon
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how overwhelming the odds were against them. Even if by some chance they did succeed in crossing the desert without getting shot or blown up, they would be confronted by the barbed-wire fence and the armed guards at the watchtower at the entrance. And there was no telling how long the mis would last. It could lift at any second, exposing them.
They kept crawling, mindlessly sliding forwards until they lost all track of time. The inches became feet, and the feet became yards, and the yards became miles. They had no idea how long they had been travelling. They were forced to keep their heads close to the ground, and their eyes and ears and noses became filled with sand. Breathing was an effort.
In the distance was the constant echo of the guards’ voices. ‘Kruger … Brent … Kruger … Brent …’
The two men stopped to rest and check the compass every few minutes, then moved on, beginning their endless crawl again. There was an almost overwhelming temptation to move faster, but that would mean pressing down harder, and Jamie could visualize the metal fragments exploding under him and ripping into his belly. He kept the pace slow. From time to time they could hear other voices around them, but the words were muffled by the fog and it was impossible to tell where they were coming from. It’s a big desert. Jamie thought hopefully. We’re not going to stumble into anyone.
Out of nowhere, a large, furry shape leaped at him. It happened so swiftly that Jamie was caught off guard. He felt the huge Alsatian’s teeth sinking into his arm. He dropped the bundle of diamonds and tried to pry open the dog’s jaw, but he had only one free hand and it was impossible. He felt the warm blood running down his arm. The dog was sinking its teeth in harder now, silent and deadly. Jamie felt himself begin to faint. He heard a dull thud, and then another, and the dog’s jaw loosened and its eyes glazed over. Through the mist of pain, Jamie saw Banda smashing the sack of diamonds against the dog’s skull. The dog whimpered once and lay still.
‘You all right?’ Banda breathed anxiously.
Jamie could not speak. He lay there, waiting for the waves of pain to recede. Banda ripped off a piece of his trousers and tied a strip tightly around Jamie’s arm to stop the bleeding.
‘We’ve got to keep moving,’ Banda warned. ‘If there’s one of them around, there are more.’
Jamie nodded. Slowly he slid his body forwards, fighting against the terrible throbbing in his arm.
He remembered nothing of the rest of the trek. He was semi-conscious, an automaton. Something outside him directed his movements. Arms forwards, pull … Arms forwards, pull … Arms forwards, pull … It was endless, an odyssey of agony. It was Banda who followed the compass now, and when Jamie started to crawl in the wrong direction Banda gently turned him around. They were surrounded by guards and dogs and land mines and only the mis kept them safe. They kept moving, crawling for their lives, until the time came when neither man had the strength to move another inch.
They slept.
When Jamie opened his eyes, something had changed. He lay there on the sand, his body stiff and aching, trying to remember where he was. He could see Banda asleep six feet away, and it all came flooding in. The raft crashing on the reefs … the sea mis … But something was wrong. Jamie sat up, trying to figure out what it was. And his stomach lurched. He could see Banda! That was what was wrong. The mis was lifting. Jamie heard voices nearby. He peered through the thin mists of the dissipating fog. They had crawled near the entrance to the diamond field. There was the high guard tower and the barbed-wire fence Banda had described. A crowd of about sixty black workers was moving away from the diamond field towards the gate. They had finished their shift and the next shift was coming in. Jamie got on his knees and crawled over to Banda and shook him. Banda sat up, instantly awake. His eyes turned to the watchtower and the gate.
‘Damn!’ he said incredulously. ‘We almost made it.’
‘We did make it! Give me those diamonds!’
Banda handed him the folded shirt. ‘What do you –?’
‘Follow me.’
‘Those guards with the guns at the gate,’ Banda said in a low voice, ‘they’ll know we don’t belong here.’
‘That’s what I’m counting on,’ Jamie told him.
The two men moved towards the guards, drifting between the line of departing workers and the line of arriving workers who were yelling at one another, exchanging good-natured catcalls.
‘You fellas gonna work your asses off, man. We got a nice sleep in the mis …’
‘How did you arrange for the mis, you lucky bastards.…?’
‘God listens to me. He ain’t gonna listen to you. You’re bad …’
Jamie and Banda reached the gate. Two huge armed guards stood inside, herding the departing workers over to the small tin hut where they would be thoroughly searched. They strip them down mother-naked and then they look up and down every hole they’ve got. Jamie clutched the tattered shirt in his hand more tightly. He pushed through the line of workers and walked up to a guard. ‘Excuse me, sir,’ Jamie said. ‘Who do we see about a job here?’
Banda was staring at him, petrified.
The guard turned to face Jamie. ‘What the hell are you doin’ inside the fence?’
‘We came in to look for work. I heard there was an opening for a guard, and my servant can dig. I thought –’
The guard eyed the two ragged, disreputable-looking figures. ‘Get the hell back outside!’
‘We don’t want to go outside,’ Jamie protested. ‘We need jobs, and I was told –’
‘This is a restricted area, mister. Didn’t you see the signs? Now get the hell out. Both of you!’ He pointed to a large bullock wagon outside the fence, filling with the workers who had finished their shift. ‘That wagon’ll take you to Port Nolloth. If you want a job, you have to apply at the company office there.’
‘Oh. Thank you, sir,’ Jamie said. He beckoned to Banda, and the two men moved out through the gate to freedom.
The guard glared after them. ‘Stupid idiots.’
Ten minutes later, Jamie and Banda were on their way to Port Nolloth. They were carrying with them diamonds worth half a million pounds.
The expensive carriage rolled down the dusty main street of Klipdrift, drawn by two beautiful matched bays. At the reins was a slender, athletic-looking man with snow-white hair, a white beard and moustache. He was dressed in a fashionable tailored grey suit and ruffled shirt, and in his black cravat was a diamond stickpin. He wore a grey top hat, and on his little finger was a large, sparkling diamond ring. He appeared to be a stranger to the town, but he was not.
Klipdrift had changed considerably since Jamie McGregor had left it a year earlier. It was 1884, and it had grown from a camp to a township. The railway had been completed from Cape Town to Hopetown, with a branch running to Klipdrift, and this had created a whole new wave of immigrants. The town was even more crowded than Jamie remembered, but the people seemed different. There were still many prospectors, but there were also men in business suits and well-dressed matrons walking in and out of stores. Klipdrift had acquired a patina of respectability.
Jamie passed three new dance halls and half a dozen new saloons. He drove by a recently built church and barbershop, and a large hotel called the Grand. He stopped in front of a bank and alighted from the carriage, carelessly tossing the reins to a native boy.
‘Water them.’
Jamie entered the bank and said to the manager in a loud voice, ‘I wish to deposit one hundred thousand pounds in your bank.’