#Chapter159
The cry of the Fish Eagle echo’s across the wide expanse of water that makes up the Kafue River, and the grunts from a pod of wallowing hippos follow the dugout canoe as it makes its way towards the riverbank, where a secretive entrance has been eroded with time. The path leads deep into the mine, forming a natural waterway that is hidden from prying eyes by the dense foliage that grows along the banks.
The hunter in the bow of the canoe moves the overhanging branches to one side, as the dugout glides into the darkness of the tunnel. The two bound captives lie still and silent, Adele filled with pride at young Debi, for not once since her capture has she seen or heard the child cry.
