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No
,
he
said
to
himself
,
don
’
t
fool
yourself
.
You
do
not
know
how
he
was
before
;
but
you
do
know
that
he
is
going
bad
fast
and
without
hiding
it
.
When
he
starts
to
hide
it
he
will
have
made
a
decision
.
Remember
that
,
he
told
himself
.
The
first
friendly
thing
he
does
,
he
will
have
made
a
decision
.
They
are
awfully
good
horses
,
though
,
he
thought
,
beautiful
horses
.
I
wonder
what
could
make
me
feel
the
way
those
horses
make
Pablo
feel
.
The
old
man
was
right
.
The
horses
made
him
rich
and
as
soon
as
he
was
rich
he
wanted
to
enjoy
life
.
Pretty
soon
he
’
ll
feel
bad
because
he
can
’
t
join
the
Jockey
Club
,
I
guess
,
he
thought
.
Pauvre
Pablo
.
Il
a
manqué
son
Jockey
.
That
idea
made
him
feel
better
.
He
grinned
,
looking
at
the
two
bent
backs
and
the
big
packs
ahead
of
him
moving
through
the
trees
.
He
had
not
made
any
jokes
with
himself
all
day
and
now
that
he
had
made
one
he
felt
much
better
.
You
’
re
getting
to
be
as
all
the
rest
of
them
,
he
told
himself
.
You
’
re
getting
gloomy
,
too
.
He
’
d
certainly
been
solemn
and
gloomy
with
Golz
.
The
job
had
overwhelmed
him
a
little
.
Slightly
overwhelmed
,
he
thought
.
Plenty
overwhelmed
.
Golz
was
gay
and
he
had
wanted
him
to
be
gay
too
before
he
left
,
but
he
hadn
’
t
been
.
All
the
best
ones
,
when
you
thought
it
over
,
were
gay
.
It
was
much
better
to
be
gay
and
it
was
a
sign
of
something
too
.
It
was
like
having
immortality
while
you
were
still
alive
.
That
was
a
complicated
one
.
There
were
not
many
of
them
left
though
.
No
,
there
were
not
many
of
the
gay
ones
left
.
There
were
very
damned
few
of
them
left
.
And
if
you
keep
on
thinking
like
that
,
my
boy
,
you
won
’
t
be
left
either
.
Turn
off
the
thinking
now
,
old
timer
,
old
comrade
.
You
’
re
a
bridge
-
blower
now
.
Not
a
thinker
.
Man
,
I
’
m
hungry
,
he
thought
.
I
hope
Pablo
eats
well
.
They
had
come
through
the
heavy
timber
to
the
cup
-
shaped
upper
end
of
the
little
valley
and
he
saw
where
the
camp
must
be
under
the
rim
-
rock
that
rose
ahead
of
them
through
the
trees
.
That
was
the
camp
all
right
and
it
was
a
good
camp
.
You
did
not
see
it
at
all
until
you
were
up
to
it
and
Robert
Jordan
knew
it
could
not
be
spotted
from
the
air
.
Nothing
would
show
from
above
.
It
was
as
well
hidden
as
a
bear
’
s
den
.
But
it
seemed
to
be
little
better
guarded
.
He
looked
at
it
carefully
as
they
came
up
.
There
was
a
large
cave
in
the
rim
-
rock
formation
and
beside
the
opening
a
man
sat
with
his
back
against
the
rock
,
his
legs
stretched
out
on
the
ground
and
his
carbine
leaning
against
the
rock
.
He
was
cutting
away
on
a
stick
with
a
knife
and
he
stared
at
them
as
they
came
up
,
then
went
on
whittling
.
"
Hola
,
"
said
the
seated
man
.
"
What
is
this
that
comes
?
"
"
The
old
man
and
a
dynamiter
,
"
Pablo
told
him
and
lowered
the
pack
inside
the
entrance
to
the
cave
.
Anselmo
lowered
his
pack
,
too
,
and
Robert
Jordan
unslung
the
rifle
and
leaned
it
against
the
rock
.
"
Don
’
t
leave
it
so
close
to
the
cave
,
"
the
whittling
man
,
who
had
blue
eyes
in
a
dark
,
good
-
looking
lazy
gypsy
face
,
the
color
of
smoked
leather
,
said
.
"
There
’
s
a
fire
in
there
.
"
"
Get
up
and
put
it
away
thyself
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
Put
it
by
that
tree
.
"
