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"
No
,
"
said
Lieutenant
Berrendo
.
"
Cojones
!
"
the
captain
said
.
"
Here
there
is
nothing
but
idiots
and
cowards
.
"
The
sniper
had
gotten
carefully
behind
the
boulder
again
and
Lieutenant
Berrendo
was
squatting
beside
him
.
The
captain
,
standing
in
the
open
beside
the
boulder
,
commenced
to
shout
filth
at
the
hilltop
.
There
is
no
language
so
filthy
as
Spanish
.
There
are
words
for
all
the
vile
words
in
English
and
there
are
other
words
and
expressions
that
are
used
only
in
countries
where
blasphemy
keeps
pace
with
the
austerity
of
religion
.
Lieutenant
Berrendo
was
a
very
devout
Catholic
.
So
was
the
sniper
.
They
were
Carlists
from
Navarra
and
while
both
of
them
cursed
and
blasphemed
when
they
were
angry
they
regarded
it
as
a
sin
which
they
regularly
confessed
.
As
they
crouched
now
behind
the
boulder
watching
the
captain
and
listening
to
what
he
was
shouting
,
they
both
disassociated
themselves
from
him
and
what
he
was
saying
.
They
did
not
want
to
have
that
sort
of
talk
on
their
consciences
on
a
day
in
which
they
might
die
.
Talking
thus
will
not
bring
luck
,
the
sniper
thought
.
Speaking
thus
of
the
Virgen
is
bad
luck
.
This
one
speaks
worse
than
the
Reds
.
"
Julián
is
dead
,
Lieutenant
Berrendo
was
thinking
.
Dead
there
on
the
slope
on
such
a
day
as
this
is
.
And
this
foul
mouth
stands
there
bringing
more
ill
fortune
with
his
blasphemies
.
Now
the
captain
stopped
shouting
and
turned
to
Lieutenant
Berrendo
.
His
eyes
looked
stranger
than
ever
.
"
Paco
,
"
he
said
,
happily
,
"
you
and
I
will
go
up
there
.
"
"
Not
me
.
"
"
What
?
"
The
captain
had
his
pistol
out
again
.
