 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. The jump was a risk. 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. The fourth time over, I was on my feet, clawing my way through the brush. Then they opened up.