Scheinerman and Grover grabbed the two soldiers from behind, gagged them, and marched them back across the river, guns to their heads. Back on the Israeli bank, they cuffed their hands and threw them in the back of the truck. Grover hopped in after them, and Scheinerman drove like a wild man across the hills of lower Galilee toward Nazareth.
The truck pulled in to the city with first light. Scheinerman and Grover marched the Jordanians into the night officer's room and gave them tea and sandwiches. Two hours later, when Dayan entered his office, he found a note from Scheinerman on his desk. The Jordanians he had wondered about were waiting for the general in the holding cell, it said. Dayan called Scheinerman - by now shaved and spit-polished - to his office and asked for the whole story.
Source: Hefez, Nir, and Bloom, Gadi. Ariel Sharon: a Life. Random House, New York, 2006.
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