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"
Hola
,
viejo
,
"
Robert
Jordan
whispered
and
clapped
him
on
the
back
.
"
How
’
s
the
old
one
?
"
"
Very
cold
,
"
Anselmo
said
.
Fernando
was
standing
a
little
apart
,
his
back
turned
against
the
driving
snow
.
"
Come
on
,
"
Robert
Jordan
whispered
.
"
Get
on
up
to
camp
and
get
warm
.
It
was
a
crime
to
leave
you
here
so
long
.
"
"
That
is
their
light
,
"
Anselmo
pointed
.
"
Where
’
s
the
sentry
?
"
"
You
do
not
see
him
from
here
.
He
is
around
the
bend
.
"
"
The
hell
with
them
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
You
tell
me
at
camp
.
Come
on
,
let
’
s
go
.
"
"
Let
me
show
you
,
"
Anselmo
said
.
"
I
’
m
going
to
look
at
it
in
the
morning
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
Here
,
take
a
swallow
of
this
.
"
He
handed
the
old
man
his
flask
.
Anselmo
tipped
it
up
and
swallowed
.
