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"
I
do
not
believe
that
about
the
son
,
"
Joaquín
said
.
"
Or
if
he
is
there
he
is
training
to
be
an
aviator
or
something
of
that
sort
.
"
"
He
is
hidden
there
for
safety
,
"
the
man
told
him
.
"
He
is
studying
dialectics
.
Thy
Pasionaria
has
been
there
.
So
have
Lister
and
Modesto
and
others
.
The
one
with
the
rare
name
told
me
.
"
"
That
they
should
go
to
study
and
return
to
aid
us
,
"
Joaquín
said
.
"
That
they
should
aid
us
now
,
"
another
man
said
.
"
That
all
the
cruts
of
Russian
sucking
swindlers
should
aid
us
now
.
"
He
fired
and
said
,
"
Me
cago
en
tal
;
I
missed
him
again
.
"
"
Save
thy
cartridges
and
do
not
talk
so
much
or
thou
wilt
be
very
thirsty
,
"
Sordo
said
.
"
There
is
no
water
on
this
hill
.
"
"
Take
this
,
"
the
man
said
and
rolling
on
his
side
he
pulled
a
wineskin
that
he
wore
slung
from
his
shoulder
over
his
head
and
handed
it
to
Sordo
.
"
Wash
thy
mouth
out
,
old
one
.
Thou
must
have
much
thirst
with
thy
wounds
.
"
"
Let
all
take
it
,
"
Sordo
said
.
"
Then
I
will
have
some
first
,
"
the
owner
said
and
squirted
a
long
stream
into
his
mouth
before
he
handed
the
leather
bottle
around
.
"
Sordo
,
when
thinkest
thou
the
planes
will
come
?
"
the
man
with
his
chin
in
the
dirt
asked
.
