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Before
they
were
gone
over
the
shoulder
of
the
mountain
,
he
had
buckled
on
his
pistol
,
rolled
the
robe
and
placed
it
against
the
rocks
and
sat
now
,
close
against
the
rocks
,
tying
his
rope
-
soled
shoes
when
the
approaching
droning
turned
to
a
greater
clattering
roar
than
ever
before
and
nine
more
Heinkel
light
bombers
came
in
echelons
;
hammering
the
sky
apart
as
they
went
over
.
Robert
Jordan
slipped
along
the
rocks
to
the
mouth
of
the
cave
where
one
of
the
brothers
,
Pablo
,
the
gypsy
,
Anselmo
,
Agustín
and
the
woman
stood
in
the
mouth
looking
out
.
"
Have
there
been
planes
like
this
before
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Never
,
"
said
Pablo
.
"
Get
in
.
They
will
see
thee
.
"
The
sun
had
not
yet
hit
the
mouth
of
the
cave
.
It
was
just
now
shining
on
the
meadow
by
the
stream
and
Robert
Jordan
knew
they
could
not
be
seen
in
the
dark
,
early
morning
shadow
of
the
trees
and
the
solid
shade
the
rocks
made
,
but
he
went
in
the
cave
in
order
not
to
make
them
nervous
.
"
They
are
many
,
"
the
woman
said
.
"
And
there
will
be
more
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
How
do
you
know
?
"
Pablo
asked
suspiciously
.
"
Those
,
just
now
,
will
have
pursuit
planes
with
them
.
"
Just
then
they
heard
them
,
the
higher
,
whining
drone
,
and
as
they
passed
at
about
five
thousand
feet
,
Robert
Jordan
counted
fifteen
Fiats
in
echelon
of
echelons
like
a
wild
-
goose
flight
of
the
V
-
shaped
threes
.
