Big King was at the shaft station when they heard the water coming.
It sounded like an express train in a tunnel, a dull bellow of
irresistible power. The water was pushing the air from the drive
ahead of it, so that a hurricane of wind came roaring from the
mouth of the drive, blowing out a cloud of dust and loose rubbish.'
Rod Ironsides, ambitious and hard-living mining expert, knows that
the general managership of the Sonder Ditch gold mine is the chance
of a lifetime. But the price of unquestioning obedience to the
coldly obsessive genius of Dr Manfred Steyner proves impossible to
pay. Both men are but unwitting tools of powerful people – for whom
the control of a gold mine is only part of the realization of
dreams and ambitions which include the destruction of the very mine
itself . . .