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"
I
do
not
like
to
touch
him
,
"
the
driver
had
said
.
"
And
he
is
bent
over
between
the
gun
and
the
wheel
and
I
cannot
get
past
him
.
"
"
Come
on
,
"
Robert
Jordan
had
said
.
"
We
will
get
him
out
together
.
"
He
had
banged
his
head
as
he
climbed
into
the
armored
car
and
it
had
made
a
small
cut
over
his
eyebrow
that
bled
down
onto
his
face
.
The
dead
man
was
heavy
and
so
stiff
you
could
not
bend
him
and
he
had
to
hammer
at
his
head
to
get
it
out
from
where
it
had
wedged
,
face
down
,
between
his
seat
and
the
wheel
.
Finally
he
got
it
up
by
pushing
with
his
knee
up
under
the
dead
man
’
s
head
and
then
,
pulling
back
on
the
man
’
s
waist
now
that
the
head
was
loose
,
he
pulled
the
dead
man
out
himself
toward
the
door
.
"
Give
me
a
hand
with
him
,
"
he
had
said
to
the
driver
.
"
I
do
not
want
to
touch
him
,
"
the
driver
had
said
and
Robert
Jordan
had
seen
that
he
was
crying
.
The
tears
ran
straight
down
on
each
side
of
his
nose
on
the
powder
-
grimed
slope
of
his
face
and
his
nose
was
running
,
too
.
Standing
beside
the
door
he
had
swung
the
dead
man
out
and
the
dead
man
fell
onto
the
sidewalk
beside
the
tram
-
line
still
in
that
hunched
-
over
,
doubled
-
up
position
.
He
lay
there
,
his
face
waxy
gray
against
the
cement
sidewalk
,
his
hands
bent
under
him
as
they
had
been
in
the
car
.
"
Get
in
,
God
damn
it
,
"
Robert
Jordan
had
said
,
motioning
now
with
his
pistol
to
the
driver
.
"
Get
in
there
now
.
"
Just
then
he
had
seen
this
man
who
had
come
out
from
the
lee
of
the
apartment
house
building
.
He
had
on
a
long
overcoat
and
he
was
bareheaded
and
his
hair
was
gray
,
his
cheekbones
broad
and
his
eyes
were
deep
and
set
close
together
.
He
had
a
package
of
Chester
-
fields
in
his
hand
and
he
took
one
out
and
handed
it
toward
Robert
Jordan
who
was
pushing
the
driver
into
the
armored
car
with
his
pistol
.
"
Just
a
minute
,
Comrade
,
"
he
had
said
to
Robert
Jordan
in
Spanish
.
"
Can
you
explain
to
me
something
about
the
fighting
?
"
Robert
Jordan
took
the
cigarette
and
put
it
in
the
breast
pocket
of
his
blue
mechanic
jumper
.
He
had
recognized
this
comrade
from
his
pictures
.
It
was
the
British
economist
.
