Hans Laub fell back, but he kept his balance. The Norwegian continued his advance, his fist loaded and aimed at its retreating target.
“Stop, swine!” Hans Laub bellowed. “Don’t come near me!”
But the Norwegian came, a step behind Laub’s backward movement.
When the Nazi was backed against a concrete mixer, flanked on one side by gravel and on the other by cement sacks, he cried, “Stop, I say! Bruno, where are you?