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Robert
Jordan
had
gone
back
to
look
for
the
tank
which
Montero
said
he
thought
might
have
stopped
behind
the
apartment
building
on
the
corner
of
the
tram
-
line
.
It
was
there
all
right
.
But
it
was
not
a
tank
.
Spaniards
called
anything
a
tank
in
those
days
.
It
was
an
old
armored
car
.
The
driver
did
not
want
to
leave
the
angle
of
the
apartment
house
and
bring
it
up
to
the
bull
ring
.
He
was
standing
behind
it
with
his
arms
folded
against
the
metal
of
the
car
and
his
head
in
the
leather
-
padded
helmet
on
his
arms
.
He
shook
his
head
when
Robert
Jordan
spoke
to
him
and
kept
it
pressed
against
his
arms
.
Then
he
turned
his
head
without
looking
at
Robert
Jordan
.
"
I
have
no
orders
to
go
there
,
"
he
said
sullenly
.
Robert
Jordan
had
taken
his
pistol
out
of
the
holster
and
pushed
the
muzzle
of
the
pistol
against
the
leather
coat
of
the
armored
car
driver
.
"
Here
are
your
orders
,
"
he
had
told
him
.
The
man
shook
his
head
with
the
big
padded
-
leather
helmet
like
a
football
player
’
s
on
it
and
said
,
"
There
is
no
ammunition
for
the
machine
gun
.
"
"
We
have
ammunition
at
the
bull
ring
,
"
Robert
Jordan
had
told
him
.
"
Come
on
,
let
’
s
go
.
We
will
fill
the
belts
there
.
Come
on
.
"
"
There
is
no
one
to
work
the
gun
,
"
the
driver
said
.
"
Where
is
he
?
Where
is
your
mate
?
"
"
Dead
,
"
the
driver
had
said
.
"
Inside
there
.
"
"
Get
him
out
,
"
Robert
Jordan
had
said
.
"
Get
him
out
of
there
.
"
