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taking the steering wheel. The guard toppled, foot
hard on the accelerator. Hastily I switched off and steered
the car to the side of the road. Jozef was watching open-
mouthed. Hastily I told him of the plot.
"Quick, Jozef," I said. "Off with your clothes and put on
his. You will have to be the guard."
"But Lobsang," wailed Jozef, "I cannot drive, and you
do not look like a Russian."
We pushed the guard out of the way and I got into the
driver's seat, started the engine, and drove on until we
reached a rutted lane. We drove along a little way and
stopped. The guard was stirring now so we propped him
up. I held the gun at his side.
"Guard," I exclaimed as fiercely as I could manage, "if
you value your life you will do as I say. You will drive us
around the outskirts of Stryj and on to Skolye. There we
will let you go."
"I will do anything you say," whimpered the guard, but
if you are going to cross the Border, let me cross with you,
or I shall be shot."
Jozef sat in the back of the jeep, carefully nursing the
gun and looking with considerable longing at the back of
the guard's neck. I sat by the driver, in case he should try
any tricks such as running off the road, or throwing away
the ignition key. We sped along, avoiding the main roads.
The countryside became more hilly as we moved up into
the Carpathian Mountains. The trees became denser, pro-
viding better hiding places. At a suitable spot we stopped
to stretch our legs and have some food, sharing what we had
with the guard. At Vel'ke-Berezni, almost out of petrol, we
stopped and hid the je