He crept up to the house and put out his hand to feel it. It was the airplane! It was covered with black plastic, logs, and palm leaves.

"Oh, no!" thought Paul." Now I have to get rid of all this stuff before I can even turn the airplane around!"

What an enormous job! And at any time the guerrillas might discover he was missing. Well, he would just have to keep trusting God to keep them asleep or blind and deaf until he was gone.

Paul shoved off wet palm and logs, and tore off the plastic. Then he wiped the whole airplane off with his outstretched arms, and prayed for strength to move the plane.