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"
There
is
a
way
to
reach
there
from
above
.
We
can
take
that
way
with
the
horses
and
the
two
guns
.
This
one
below
and
thine
.
We
can
aid
them
thus
.
"
"
Listen
—
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
That
is
what
I
listen
to
,
"
Primitivo
said
.
The
firing
was
rolling
in
overlapping
waves
.
Then
they
heard
the
noise
of
hand
grenades
heavy
and
sodden
in
the
dry
rolling
of
the
automatic
rifle
fire
.
"
They
are
lost
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
They
were
lost
when
the
snow
stopped
.
If
we
go
there
we
are
lost
,
too
.
It
is
impossible
to
divide
what
force
we
have
.
"
There
was
a
gray
stubble
of
beard
stippled
over
Primitivo
’
s
jaws
,
his
lip
and
his
neck
.
The
rest
of
his
face
was
flat
brown
with
a
broken
,
flattened
nose
and
deep
-
set
gray
eyes
,
and
watching
him
Robert
Jordan
saw
the
stubble
twitching
at
the
corners
of
his
mouth
and
over
the
cord
of
his
throat
.
"
Listen
to
it
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
is
a
massacre
.
"
"
If
they
have
surrounded
the
hollow
it
is
that
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
Some
may
have
gotten
out
.
"
"
Coming
on
them
now
we
could
take
them
from
behind
,
"
Primitivo
said
.
"
Let
four
of
us
go
with
the
horses
.
"
