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The
sentry
was
standing
,
his
back
toward
them
,
at
the
far
end
of
the
bridge
.
From
the
gorge
came
the
noise
of
the
stream
in
the
boulders
.
Then
through
this
noise
came
another
noise
,
a
steady
,
racketing
drone
and
they
saw
the
sentry
looking
up
,
his
knitted
cap
slanted
back
,
and
turning
their
heads
and
looking
up
they
saw
,
high
in
the
evening
sky
,
three
monoplanes
in
V
formation
,
showing
minute
and
silvery
at
that
height
where
there
still
was
sun
,
passing
unbelievably
quickly
across
the
sky
,
their
motors
now
throbbing
steadily
.
"
Ours
?
"
Anselmo
asked
.
"
They
seem
so
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
but
knew
that
at
that
height
you
never
could
be
sure
.
They
could
be
an
evening
patrol
of
either
side
.
But
you
always
said
pursuit
planes
were
ours
because
it
made
people
feel
better
.
Bombers
were
another
matter
.
Anselmo
evidently
felt
the
same
.
"
They
are
ours
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
recognize
them
.
They
are
Moscas
.
"
"
Good
,
"
said
Robert
Jordan
.
"
They
seem
to
me
to
be
Moscas
,
too
.
"
"
They
are
Moscas
,
"
Anselmo
said
.
Robert
Jordan
could
have
put
the
glasses
on
them
and
been
sure
instantly
but
he
preferred
not
to
.
It
made
no
difference
to
him
who
they
were
tonight
and
if
it
pleased
the
old
man
to
have
them
be
ours
,
he
did
not
want
to
take
them
away
.
Now
,
as
they
moved
out
of
sight
toward
Segovia
,
they
did
not
look
to
be
the
green
,
red
wing
-
tipped
,
low
wing
Russian
conversion
of
the
Boeing
P
32
that
the
Spaniards
called
Moscas
.
You
could
not
see
the
colors
but
the
cut
was
wrong
.
No
.
It
was
a
Fascist
Patrol
coming
home
.
The
sentry
was
still
standing
at
the
far
box
with
his
back
turned
.
"
Let
us
go
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
He
started
up
the
hill
,
moving
carefully
and
taking
advantage
of
the
cover
until
they
were
out
of
sight
.
Anselmo
followed
him
at
a
hundred
yards
distance
.
When
they
were
well
out
of
sight
of
the
bridge
,
he
stopped
and
the
old
man
came
up
and
went
into
the
lead
and
climbed
steadily
through
the
pass
,
up
the
steep
slope
in
the
dark
.
"
We
have
a
formidable
aviation
,
"
the
old
man
said
happily
.
