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She
will
hold
this
,
the
way
she
is
,
as
long
as
it
is
any
use
to
hold
it
,
and
anyway
I
can
’
t
stay
to
fight
.
I
have
to
get
out
of
here
with
that
stuff
and
I
’
m
going
to
take
Anselmo
with
me
.
Who
would
stay
to
cover
us
while
we
got
away
if
we
have
to
fight
here
?
Just
then
,
while
he
was
watching
all
of
the
country
that
was
visible
,
he
saw
the
gypsy
coming
through
the
rocks
to
the
left
.
He
was
walking
with
a
loose
,
high
-
hipped
,
sloppy
swing
,
his
carbine
was
slung
on
his
back
,
his
brown
face
was
grinning
and
he
carried
two
big
hares
,
one
in
each
hand
.
He
carried
them
by
the
legs
,
heads
swinging
.
"
Hola
,
Roberto
,
"
he
called
cheerfully
.
Robert
Jordan
put
his
hand
to
his
mouth
,
and
the
gypsy
looked
startled
.
He
slid
over
behind
the
rocks
to
where
Robert
Jordan
was
crouched
beside
the
brush
-
shielded
automatic
rifle
.
He
crouched
down
and
laid
the
hares
in
the
snow
.
Robert
Jordan
looked
up
at
him
.
"
You
hijo
de
la
gran
puta
!
"
he
said
softly
.
"
Where
the
obscenity
have
you
been
?
"
"
I
tracked
them
,
"
the
gypsy
said
.
"
I
got
them
both
.
They
had
made
love
in
the
snow
.
"
"
And
thy
post
?
"
"
It
was
not
for
long
,
"
the
gypsy
whispered
.
"
What
passes
?
Is
there
an
alarm
?
"
"
There
is
cavalry
out
.
"
"
Rediós
!
"
the
gypsy
said
.
"
Hast
thou
seen
them
?
"
