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"
I
stayed
until
they
changed
the
watch
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
was
changed
at
noon
and
at
six
.
That
is
a
long
watch
.
I
am
glad
I
am
not
in
their
army
.
"
"
Let
us
go
for
the
old
man
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
,
putting
on
his
leather
coat
.
"
Not
me
,
"
the
gypsy
said
.
"
I
go
now
for
the
fire
and
the
hot
soup
.
I
will
tell
one
of
these
where
he
is
and
he
can
guide
you
.
Hey
,
loafers
,
"
he
called
to
the
men
who
sat
at
the
table
.
"
Who
wants
to
guide
the
Inglés
to
where
the
old
man
is
watching
the
road
?
"
"
I
will
go
,
"
Fernando
rose
.
"
Tell
me
where
it
is
.
"
"
Listen
,
"
the
gypsy
said
.
"
It
is
here
—
"
and
he
told
him
where
the
old
man
,
Anselmo
,
was
posted
.
Anselmo
was
crouched
in
the
lee
of
the
trunk
of
a
big
tree
and
the
snow
blew
past
on
either
side
.
He
was
pressed
close
against
the
tree
and
his
hands
were
inside
of
the
sleeves
of
his
jacket
,
each
hand
shoved
up
into
the
opposite
sleeve
,
and
his
head
was
pulled
as
far
down
into
the
jacket
as
it
would
go
.
If
I
stay
here
much
longer
I
will
freeze
,
he
thought
,
and
that
will
be
of
no
value
.
The
Inglés
told
me
to
stay
until
I
was
relieved
but
he
did
not
know
then
about
this
storm
.
There
has
been
no
abnormal
movement
on
the
road
and
I
know
the
dispositions
and
the
habits
of
this
post
at
the
sawmill
across
the
road
.
I
should
go
now
to
the
camp
.
Anybody
with
sense
would
be
expecting
me
to
return
to
the
camp
.
I
will
stay
a
little
longer
,
he
thought
,
and
then
go
to
the
camp
.
It
is
the
fault
of
the
orders
,
which
are
too
rigid
.
There
is
no
allowance
for
a
change
in
circumstance
.
He
rubbed
his
feet
together
and
then
took
his
hands
out
of
the
jacket
sleeves
and
bent
over
and
rubbed
his
legs
with
them
and
patted
his
feet
together
to
keep
the
circulation
going
.
It
was
less
cold
there
,
out
of
the
wind
in
the
shelter
of
the
tree
,
but
he
would
have
to
start
walking
shortly
.
As
he
crouched
,
rubbing
his
feet
,
he
heard
a
motorcar
on
the
road
.
It
had
on
chains
and
one
link
of
chain
was
slapping
and
,
as
he
watched
,
it
came
up
the
snow
-
covered
road
,
green
and
brown
painted
,
in
broken
patches
of
daubed
color
,
the
windows
blued
over
so
that
you
could
not
see
in
,
with
only
a
half
circle
left
clear
in
the
blue
for
the
occupants
to
look
out
through
.
It
was
a
two
-
year
-
old
Rolls
-
Royce
town
car
camouflaged
for
the
use
of
the
General
Staff
but
Anselmo
did
not
know
that
.
He
could
not
see
into
the
car
where
three
officers
sat
wrapped
in
their
capes
.
Two
were
on
the
back
seat
and
one
sat
on
the
folding
chair
.
The
officer
on
the
folding
chair
was
looking
out
of
the
slit
in
the
blue
of
the
window
as
the
car
passed
but
Anselmo
did
not
know
this
.
Neither
of
them
saw
the
other
.
The
car
passed
in
the
snow
directly
below
him
.
Anselmo
saw
the
chauffeur
,
red
-
faced
and
steel
-
helmeted
,
his
face
and
helmet
projecting
out
of
the
blanket
cape
he
wore
and
he
saw
the
forward
jut
of
the
automatic
rifle
the
orderly
who
sat
beside
the
chauffeur
carried
.
Then
the
car
was
gone
up
the
road
and
Anselmo
reached
into
the
inside
of
his
jacket
and
took
out
from
his
shirt
pocket
the
two
sheets
torn
from
Robert
Jordan
’
s
notebook
and
made
a
mark
after
the
drawing
of
a
motorcar
.
It
was
the
tenth
car
up
for
the
day
.
Six
had
come
down
.
Four
were
still
up
.
It
was
not
an
unusual
amount
of
cars
to
move
upon
that
road
but
Anselmo
did
not
distinguish
between
the
Fords
,
Fiats
,
Opels
,
Renaults
,
and
Citroens
of
the
staff
of
the
Division
that
held
the
passes
and
the
line
of
the
mountain
and
the
Rolls
-
Royces
,
Lancias
,
Mercedes
,
and
Isottas
of
the
General
Staff
.
This
was
the
sort
of
distinction
that
Robert
Jordan
should
have
made
and
,
if
he
had
been
there
instead
of
the
old
man
,
he
would
have
appreciated
the
significance
of
these
cars
which
had
gone
up
.
But
he
was
not
there
and
the
old
man
simply
made
a
mark
for
a
motorcar
going
up
the
road
,
on
the
sheet
of
note
paper
.
