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"
That
and
the
riches
,
"
Anselmo
said
.
"
Also
he
drinks
very
much
.
Now
he
would
like
to
retire
like
a
matador
de
toros
.
Like
a
bullfighter
.
But
he
cannot
retire
.
"
"
If
he
crosses
to
the
other
side
of
the
lines
they
will
take
his
horses
and
make
him
go
in
the
army
,
"
the
gypsy
said
.
"
In
me
there
is
no
love
for
being
in
the
army
either
.
"
"
Nor
is
there
in
any
other
gypsy
,
"
Anselmo
said
.
"
Why
should
there
be
?
"
the
gypsy
asked
.
"
Who
wants
to
be
in
an
army
?
Do
we
make
the
revolution
to
be
in
an
army
?
I
am
willing
to
fight
but
not
to
be
in
an
army
.
"
"
Where
are
the
others
?
"
asked
Robert
Jordan
.
He
felt
comfortable
and
sleepy
now
from
the
wine
and
lying
back
on
the
floor
of
the
forest
he
saw
through
the
tree
tops
the
small
afternoon
clouds
of
the
mountains
moving
slowly
in
the
high
Spanish
sky
.
"
There
are
two
asleep
in
the
cave
,
"
the
gypsy
said
.
"
Two
are
on
guard
above
where
we
have
the
gun
.
One
is
on
guard
below
.
They
are
probably
all
asleep
.
"
Robert
Jordan
rolled
over
on
his
side
.
"
What
kind
of
a
gun
is
it
?
"
"
A
very
rare
name
,
"
the
gypsy
said
.
"
It
has
gone
away
from
me
for
the
moment
.
It
is
a
machine
gun
.
"
It
must
be
an
automatic
rifle
,
Robert
Jordan
thought
.
