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"
Also
I
am
an
old
man
without
horses
.
"
"
You
are
an
old
man
who
may
not
live
long
.
"
"
I
am
an
old
man
who
will
live
until
I
die
,
"
Anselmo
said
.
"
And
I
am
not
afraid
of
foxes
.
"
Pablo
said
nothing
but
picked
up
the
pack
.
"
Nor
of
wolves
either
,
"
Anselmo
said
,
picking
up
the
other
pack
.
"
If
thou
art
a
wolf
.
"
"
Shut
thy
mouth
,
"
Pablo
said
to
him
.
"
Thou
art
an
old
man
who
always
talks
too
much
.
"
"
And
would
do
whatever
he
said
he
would
do
,
"
Anselmo
said
,
bent
under
the
pack
.
"
And
who
now
is
hungry
.
And
thirsty
.
Go
on
,
guerilla
leader
with
the
sad
face
.
Lead
us
to
something
to
eat
.
"
It
is
starting
badly
enough
,
Robert
Jordan
thought
.
But
Anselmo
’
s
a
man
.
They
are
wonderful
when
they
are
good
,
he
thought
.
There
is
no
people
like
them
when
they
are
good
and
when
they
go
bad
there
is
no
people
that
is
worse
.
Anselmo
must
have
known
what
he
was
doing
when
he
brought
us
here
.
But
I
don
’
t
like
it
.
I
don
’
t
like
any
of
it
.
The
only
good
sign
was
that
Pablo
was
carrying
the
pack
and
that
he
had
given
him
the
carbine
.
Perhaps
he
is
always
like
that
,
Robert
Jordan
thought
.
Maybe
he
is
just
one
of
the
gloomy
ones
.
