As the man swung the door open, moonlight washed over his face. The face was Gunther's. I had been stiff with fear, but when I saw the man was Gunther, I relaxed. He entered the barn quietly and quickly.

He walked quietly over to us. He spoke in a low voice, "The tank unit is breaking camp. They'll probably be moving out tomorrow. We're going to take advantage of the confusion. We're going to leave early tomorrow morning." He turned and walked out of the barn back to his sleeping place.

We ro...