 As the truck picked up speed, the men relaxed their grip on me, peering ahead to the onrushing road. So I had a chance to look them over. Well, the top man had called it to a rescue, but I knew better. Every one of them was wearing German field boots and carrying a Luger. A jump was a risk, but I knew there was nothing alongside but soft sand and was the only way. I waited till we hit a sharp, bumpy curve, and I was off and rolling.