As Paul took off in the airplane and flew over the Puinave village, he looked very closely for any sign of Tim or Bunny, but saw none. He saw many Puinaves though. They looked so sad, standing with their arms hanging down, watching the plane.

The guerrillas made Paul go to another airstrip, where a guerrilla commander got into the airplane. He was thin, with tousled curly hair.

"Hola!" he greeted Paul in Spanish. "We want you to make one more flight for us before we let you go. Let's go."

"I'm going to pray first," said Paul, and he did. No one said anything.

During the flight the commander announced, "We belong to the FARC. Have you heard of the FARC?"

Actually Paul had heard of the FARC. They had made a peace agreement with the Colombian government. If the government learned that the FARC had taken captives and hijacked a plane, the guerrillas would be in big trouble.