They arrived at a place where the commander told Paul to land on a small airstrip. From the airstrip he made Paul drive the airplane into a small jungle clearing. What a narrow path for an airplane! When Paul had driven the plane as far into the jungle as he could, the guerrillas were still not satisfied. They pushed the airplane on into the woods by hand.

A guerrilla took Paul on a path through the jungle to a well-hidden camp where there were simple shelters -- beds of four boards, thin foam mattresses, and mosquito nets under sheets of black plastic.

Paul's guard pointed out a shelter for Paul. Paul dropped his bag on the ground and sat down on his assigned bed. How he wished this was just a nightmare and that he could wake up! But right now he had important things to take care of. Most important was the airplane key in his pocket!

The guerrillas had taken the key he had used to fly the plane here, but they had no idea that he had this other key, and he needed to hide it before someone found out. Keeping his eyes on the guards, he pushed the key far into the lining of his shoe. No one saw him do it. "Thank you, Lord," he breathed.