Now Paul needed to land before it ran out of fuel. He descended to 700 meters. He could smell burnt grasslands. That was a good sign -- there should be flat land nearby.

Soon Paul's little taxi light spotted the ground. He saw brush, high clumps of termite nests and mounds of anthills -- not good for landing, and he could only see right where the taxi light shone.

Suddenly there were trees right in front of him! Paul jerked back on the yoke, and the plane lifted over the trees. The plane was very light since it had almost no fuel, so it responded to his touch very easily. Coming down again, Paul kept looking for a place to land. More trees! Up and over again. Paul could hardly believe how calm he felt.When he flew over a fourth clump of trees, the light shone on a fence row.

"Pasture!" thought Paul, and set the plane down, applying the brakes as hard as he could. Quickly the plane came to a stop, and he turned off the motor.

"Thank you, Lord!" Paul didn't know where he was, but he was safe on the ground, far away from the guerrillas.

It was still pitch black. In the darkness Paul felt all around the outside of the plane. He could not feel even one little scratch. Again he could only say, "Thank you, Lord!"

The clock on the instrument panel said 3:23 a.m. When it became light Paul would need to figure out where he was, but for now there was nothing he could do but wait. He tried to sleep, but was too excited. He ended up using the hours of darkness to pray, especially for Tim, Bunny, and Steve.