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The
gypsy
did
not
move
but
said
something
unprintable
,
then
,
"
Leave
it
there
.
Blow
thyself
up
,
"
he
said
lazily
.
"
‘
Twill
cure
thy
diseases
.
"
"
What
do
you
make
?
"
Robert
Jordan
sat
down
by
the
gypsy
.
The
gypsy
showed
him
.
It
was
a
figure
four
trap
and
he
was
whittling
the
crossbar
for
it
.
"
For
foxes
,
"
he
said
.
"
With
a
log
for
a
dead
-
fall
.
It
breaks
their
backs
.
"
He
grinned
at
Jordan
.
"
Like
this
,
see
?
"
He
made
a
motion
of
the
framework
of
the
trap
collapsing
,
the
log
falling
,
then
shook
his
head
,
drew
in
his
hand
,
and
spread
his
arms
to
show
the
fox
with
a
broken
back
.
"
Very
practical
,
"
he
explained
.
"
He
catches
rabbits
,
"
Anselmo
said
.
"
He
is
a
gypsy
.
So
if
he
catches
rabbits
he
says
it
is
foxes
.
If
he
catches
a
fox
he
would
say
it
was
an
elephant
.
"
"
And
if
I
catch
an
elephant
?
"
the
gypsy
asked
and
showed
his
white
teeth
again
and
winked
at
Robert
Jordan
.
"
You
’
d
say
it
was
a
tank
,
"
Anselmo
told
him
.
"
I
’
ll
get
a
tank
,
"
the
gypsy
told
him
.
"
I
will
get
a
tank
.
And
you
can
say
it
is
what
you
please
.
"
"
Gypsies
talk
much
and
kill
little
,
"
Anselmo
told
him
.
The
gypsy
winked
at
Robert
Jordan
and
went
on
whittling
.
Pablo
had
gone
in
out
of
sight
in
the
cave
.
Robert
Jordan
hoped
he
had
gone
for
food
.
He
sat
on
the
ground
by
the
gypsy
and
the
afternoon
sunlight
came
down
through
the
tree
tops
and
was
warm
on
his
outstretched
legs
.
He
could
smell
food
now
in
the
cave
,
the
smell
of
oil
and
of
onions
and
of
meat
frying
and
his
stomach
moved
with
hunger
inside
of
him
.
