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One
horseman
was
ahead
and
three
rode
behind
.
The
one
ahead
was
following
the
horse
tracks
.
He
looked
down
as
he
rode
.
The
other
three
came
behind
him
,
fanned
out
through
the
timber
.
They
were
all
watching
carefully
.
Robert
Jordan
felt
his
heart
beating
against
the
snowy
ground
as
he
lay
,
his
elbows
spread
wide
and
watched
them
over
the
sights
of
the
automatic
rifle
.
The
man
who
was
leading
rode
along
the
trail
to
where
Pablo
had
circled
and
stopped
.
The
others
rode
up
to
him
and
they
all
stopped
.
Robert
Jordan
saw
them
clearly
over
the
blued
steel
barrel
of
the
automatic
rifle
.
He
saw
the
faces
of
the
men
,
the
sabers
hanging
,
the
sweat
-
darkened
flanks
of
the
horses
,
and
the
cone
-
like
slope
of
the
khaki
capes
,
and
the
Navarrese
slant
of
the
khaki
berets
.
The
leader
turned
his
horse
directly
toward
the
opening
in
the
rocks
where
the
gun
was
placed
and
Robert
Jordan
saw
his
young
,
sun
-
and
wind
-
darkened
face
,
his
close
-
set
eyes
,
hawk
nose
and
the
over
-
long
wedge
-
shaped
chin
.
Sitting
his
horse
there
,
the
horse
’
s
chest
toward
Robert
Jordan
,
the
horse
’
s
head
high
,
the
butt
of
the
light
automatic
rifle
projecting
forward
from
the
scabbard
at
the
right
of
the
saddle
,
the
leader
pointed
toward
the
opening
where
the
gun
was
.
Robert
Jordan
sunk
his
elbows
into
the
ground
and
looked
along
the
barrel
at
the
four
riders
stopped
there
in
the
snow
.
Three
of
them
had
their
automatic
rifles
out
.
Two
carried
them
across
the
pommels
of
their
saddles
.
The
other
sat
his
horse
with
the
rifle
swung
out
to
the
right
,
the
butt
resting
against
his
hip
.
You
hardly
ever
see
them
at
such
range
,
he
thought
.
Not
along
the
barrel
of
one
of
these
do
you
see
them
like
this
.
Usually
the
rear
sight
is
raised
and
they
seem
miniatures
of
men
and
you
have
hell
to
make
it
carry
up
there
;
or
they
come
running
,
flopping
,
running
,
and
you
beat
a
slope
with
fire
or
bar
a
certain
street
,
or
keep
it
on
the
windows
;
or
far
away
you
see
them
marching
on
a
road
.
Only
at
the
trains
do
you
see
them
like
this
.
Only
then
are
they
like
now
,
and
with
four
of
these
you
can
make
them
scatter
.
Over
the
gun
sights
,
at
this
range
,
it
makes
them
twice
the
size
of
men
.
Thou
,
he
thought
,
looking
at
the
wedge
of
the
front
sight
placed
now
firm
in
the
slot
of
the
rear
sight
,
the
top
of
the
wedge
against
the
center
of
the
leader
’
s
chest
,
a
little
to
the
right
of
the
scarlet
device
that
showed
bright
in
the
morning
sun
against
the
khaki
cape
.
Though
,
he
thought
,
thinking
in
Spanish
now
and
pressing
his
fingers
forward
against
the
trigger
guard
to
keep
it
away
from
where
it
would
bring
the
quick
,
shocking
,
hurtling
rush
from
the
automatic
rifle
.
Thou
,
he
thought
again
,
thou
art
dead
now
in
thy
youth
.
And
thou
,
he
thought
,
and
thou
,
and
thou
.
But
let
it
not
happen
.
Do
not
let
it
happen
.
He
felt
Agustín
beside
him
start
to
cough
,
felt
him
hold
it
,
choke
and
swallow
.
Then
as
he
looked
along
the
oiled
blue
of
the
barrel
out
through
the
opening
between
the
branches
,
his
finger
still
pressed
forward
against
the
trigger
guard
,
he
saw
the
leader
turn
his
horse
and
point
into
the
timber
where
Pablo
’
s
trail
led
.
The
four
of
them
trotted
into
the
timber
and
Agustín
said
softly
,
"
Cabrones
!
"
Robert
Jordan
looked
behind
him
at
the
rocks
where
Anselmo
had
dropped
the
tree
.
