The first Japanese groups were approaching from south through the morning fog. The advance guards were marching in extraordinary speed, not bothering about a possible menace by an ambush in the thickets. They were conscious about the fact, that a good posted ambush was difficult to recognize. Their calculation was therefore very simple. Were they advancing rapidly, they would possibly die fast of an enemy bullet, but not going forward (or not fast enough) meant death by the hands of their own officers ... When there was enough daylight to overlook a few meters in front of him, the officer stopped. It was so common that he was stiffened by the nights coldness and the whole body was full of tiredness, that he wouldn't think about that when he was noticing a strange taste in his mouth. He got hungry too. He rushed to the next creek to quench his thirst at least. His seargant was ordered to lead his men towards the path, whilst he went to the dark spot on the dusty path, of which he already knew from the last night, that it was a dead English soldier. Perhaps in the jungle around them there were more of their bodies.

Simply because of his habit he draw his revolver, despite he was sure that there was no enemy alive in the vicinity. He turned the stiffen body on the back ,inspected it thorough, and put all the things he found worthy into his knapsack. Then he followed the bloody tracks into the jungle, but didn't find anything. His men, already waiting, bowed to him. With indifference they listened to his orders. When he finished, he moved to their columns peak to lead them onto the height. His men were of no special selection to get a higher sold, but nevertheless their task was more dangerous than those of an average Japanese infantry unit. In spite of this, there was enough envy amongst other units. According to their common view, they inflicted greater bloodshed in the enemies back with the effect of becoming an anxious enemy, when finding their bloody track. It was astonishing and funny to see how the Englishman dies in the same way, how to hear in which way he knees in front of you and pleases for mercy, pleases for the disgrace named captivity. On Japanese side such a man would deserve death ...

... After half an hour the main work was finished. The two cooks have made some tea and brought it to the two gravediggers which ditched some heap of earth here and there. In the meantime the driver was successful in opening the door of the foresters chat. He walked into the dark rooms, where sometimes sunbeams shined in through the small windows. Only some old furniture were in it, somewhere lays one old, ripped edition of the Blackwood magazine dated from 1926 ! On the veranda he took place in the armchair, sipped tea and smiled as he read the old articles. He heard some noise and looked in direction to the truck. He thought, that some of the injured loosed a word, but there wasn't anything like that. He went on reading until he noticed, that there was some movement beyond his Blackwood. Immediately he looked up ... In front of him 3 men in uniforms appeared, of whom the one in the middle, a young man, had a revolver in his hand. At once he saw that those were Japanese and he stood up, happy to have left his rifle on board of the truck. They would not shoot on an unarmed man. In these moments he felt no grudge against the enemy, but against his own people, who had left him to drive with a lorry full of dead and injured without preparation on the way, � and now had fallen into captivity. The officer placed himself on the lowest step of the veranda and said something to him. The driver shook his head: "Don't understand Japanese". After they watched themselves a few seconds, the officer showed him with his head to step forward.

After he stepped forward, they showed him to walk in front of them. They made their way to the group at the graveyard. Dobson looked at them astonished and for a moment he thought that it was probably forbidden to dig graves in the garden of the foresters chat. Perhaps those are policemen ...
"What is happening ?", he asked.
"Don't know", replied the driver. "They are Japs".
What followed was a moment of silence, after which some heap of dry earth felt into the grave. Then one of the two cooks turned around and hurried in direction of the trees which hided the river. He ran straight forward and everybody gathered at him. He reached the trees when it cracked. He felt forward and rolled to the stem of a palm. Now the officer growled something and pointed to the truck with his revolver. They were too confused to resist. Their rifles were proper near to them, but every move would mean the secure death and dying would be without sense in this situation.

Burns died because he tried to escape, but they will not try to escape and will live for that. They heard cries and watched more Japanese soldiers appearing behind the truck throwing a human body to the ground. They approached and noticed that it was Rasby whose bandages Were ripped off and who was pricked with a sort of short sticks. One pierced his mouth with a long piece of bambus and pressed it through his throat. Rasby cried. The officer gave them an order and they stopped, they removed some steps and watched Rasby who rolled on the ground. After that the officer again said something and one of the soldiers grabbed the drivers shirt and undressed him. After that he wrapped the shirt by length , winded it around his open mouth and knot it together. Some Japanese climbed upon the lorry and started to throw everything out what came into their hands. Others began to rip blankets in stripes and bonded the captives. Myelers and Rasbyes uniformes are teared down from their bodies and both chained on a thick palm, behind the truck. No one resisted, because they real thought not to be killed. Dobson was convinced, that the Japanese don't know that they are deep behind the British lines and that they wouldn't have time to bother with prisoners whilst they will meet infantry on the way.

He couldn't explain why the Japanese had dressed down two of them and bondaged them at the trees and why this didn't happens to him. In the meantime the truck was completely cleared out and the Japanese were busy with the meat conserves, which quickly moved into their knapsacks. Then they grabbed Dobson and helped him very hard to climb at the truck where he had to lay down and was soon followed by the others. Before they recognized what was going on the Japanese threwed the ripped blankets on them, followed by other heavier things, finally the boxes.