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The
old
man
was
finishing
whittling
the
last
of
a
pile
of
wedges
he
had
copied
from
a
model
Robert
Jordan
had
given
him
.
These
were
extra
wedges
in
case
they
should
be
needed
.
"
Well
,
"
the
old
man
said
and
nodded
.
"
So
far
,
very
well
.
"
He
held
his
hand
out
.
"
Look
,
"
he
said
and
smiled
.
His
hands
were
perfectly
steady
.
"
Bueno
,
y
qué
?
"
Robert
Jordan
said
to
him
.
"
I
can
always
keep
the
whole
hand
steady
.
Point
with
one
finger
.
"
Anselmo
pointed
.
The
finger
was
trembling
.
He
looked
at
Robert
Jordan
and
shook
his
head
.
"
Mine
too
,
"
Robert
Jordan
showed
him
.
"
Always
.
That
is
normal
.
"
"
Not
for
me
,
"
Fernando
said
.
He
put
his
right
forefinger
out
to
show
them
.
Then
the
left
forefinger
.
"
Canst
thou
spit
?
"
Agustín
asked
him
and
winked
at
Robert
Jordan
.
Fernando
hawked
and
spat
proudly
onto
the
floor
of
the
cave
,
then
rubbed
it
in
the
dirt
with
his
foot
.
"
You
filthy
mule
,
"
Pilar
said
to
him
.
"
Spit
in
the
fire
if
thou
must
vaunt
thy
courage
.
"
