The lights in the plane went out again. There were only eleven of them let now: Carl
Sandberg and Harald, four crew, and five Americans. They sat together in the middle of
the plane. The girl and the young man in the black shirt watched them.
Through the window, Carl saw the fuel tanker drive towards the plane. It stopped, and
five men in white clothes got out. The pilot went to the front of the plane to work the
controls, and the men starred to refuel the plane.
The he saw another man in a yellow raincoat come out of the airport building.
The bearded hijacker starred to talk very excitedly. ‘Is it him? Yes, it is! Our leader! My
brother and sister, we have done it! Now, I must welcome him at the door. You, brother,
watch the pilot in the cabin, and sister, watch the passengers.’
Carl Sandberg watched the man in the yellow coat walk nearer. He could only see
one man at the back of the plane, refuelling it. He thought the others were under the plane
somewhere, but he did not know where.
Harald put his hand on Carl’s arm. Carl looked at him. Harald did not speak, but he
was looking at the girl, very carefully.