He heard something. Would it be Dirk? The boy that had found him hanging in the tree and had cared for him? Brought him food? Which he hadn't done yesterday.. There probalby would be a reasons for that. He shifted his position a bit to see who it was, or what it was. No. It wasn't Dirk. He grabbed the gun he had and pointed it at the entrance of his hiding place. No way those Germans would get him. "Don't move!" He ordered in English. Maybe not the best idea, people would know he wasn't Dutch. But he didn't speak Dutch and dirk hadn't spoken that much English. They had understood eachother though.