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"
Who
knows
?
Perhaps
it
is
that
we
will
have
action
.
"
"
I
think
it
is
that
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
But
not
today
.
Of
all
things
;
of
all
importance
we
must
avoid
it
today
.
"
As
he
spoke
he
heard
something
.
It
was
a
noise
far
off
that
came
above
the
sound
of
the
warm
wind
in
the
trees
He
could
not
be
sure
and
he
held
his
mouth
open
and
listened
,
glancing
up
at
Primitivo
as
he
did
so
.
He
thought
he
heard
it
but
then
it
was
gone
.
The
wind
was
blowing
in
the
pines
and
now
Robert
Jordan
strained
all
of
himself
to
listen
.
Then
he
heard
it
faintly
coming
down
the
wind
.
"
It
is
nothing
tragic
with
me
,
"
he
heard
Agustín
say
.
"
That
I
should
never
have
the
Maria
is
nothing
.
I
will
go
with
the
whores
as
always
.
"
"
Shut
up
,
"
he
said
,
not
listening
,
and
lying
beside
him
,
his
head
having
been
turned
away
.
Agustín
looked
over
at
him
suddenly
.
"
Qué
pasa
?
"
he
asked
.
Robert
Jordan
put
his
hand
over
his
own
mouth
and
went
on
listening
.
There
it
came
again
.
It
came
faint
,
muted
,
dry
and
far
away
.
But
there
was
no
mistaking
it
now
.
It
was
the
precise
,
crackling
,
curling
roll
of
automatic
rifle
fire
.
It
sounded
as
though
pack
after
pack
of
miniature
firecrackers
were
going
off
at
a
distance
that
was
almost
out
of
hearing
.
Robert
Jordan
looked
up
at
Primitivo
who
had
his
head
up
now
,
his
face
looking
toward
them
,
his
hand
cupped
to
his
ear
.
As
he
looked
Primitivo
pointed
up
the
mountain
toward
the
highest
country
.
"
They
are
fighting
at
El
Sordo
’
s
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
