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He
had
followed
this
company
commander
to
battalion
headquarters
where
the
battalion
commander
,
who
had
been
a
barber
before
the
movement
,
was
filled
with
enthusiasm
on
hearing
the
account
of
his
mission
.
This
commander
,
who
was
named
Gomez
,
cursed
the
company
commander
for
his
stupidity
,
patted
Andrés
on
the
back
,
gave
him
a
drink
of
bad
brandy
and
told
him
that
he
himself
,
the
ex
-
barber
,
had
always
wanted
to
be
a
guerrillero
.
He
had
then
roused
his
adjutant
,
turned
over
the
battalion
to
him
,
and
sent
his
orderly
to
wake
up
and
bring
his
motorcyclist
.
Instead
of
sending
Andrés
back
to
brigade
headquarters
with
the
motorcyclist
,
Gomez
had
decided
to
take
him
there
himself
in
order
to
expedite
things
and
,
with
Andrés
holding
tight
onto
the
seat
ahead
of
him
,
they
roared
,
bumping
down
the
shell
-
pocked
mountain
road
between
the
double
row
of
big
trees
,
the
headlight
of
the
motorcycle
showing
their
whitewashed
bases
and
the
places
on
the
trunks
where
the
whitewash
and
the
bark
had
been
chipped
and
torn
by
shell
fragments
and
bullets
during
the
fighting
along
this
road
in
the
first
summer
of
the
movement
.
They
turned
into
the
little
smashed
-
roofed
mountain
-
resort
town
where
brigade
headquarters
was
and
Gomez
had
braked
the
motorcycle
like
a
dirt
-
track
racer
and
leaned
it
against
the
wall
of
the
house
where
a
sleepy
sentry
came
to
attention
as
Gomez
pushed
by
him
into
the
big
room
where
the
walls
were
covered
with
maps
and
a
very
sleepy
officer
with
a
green
eye
-
shade
sat
at
a
desk
with
a
reading
lamp
,
two
telephones
and
a
copy
of
Mundo
Obrero
.
This
officer
looked
up
at
Gomez
and
said
,
"
What
doest
thou
here
?
Have
you
never
heard
of
the
telephone
?
"
"
I
must
see
the
Lieutenant
-
Colonel
,
"
Gomez
said
.
"
He
is
asleep
,
"
the
officer
said
.
"
I
could
see
the
lights
of
that
bicycle
of
thine
for
a
mile
coming
down
the
road
.
Dost
wish
to
bring
on
a
shelling
?
"
"
Call
the
Lieutenant
-
Colonel
,
"
Gomez
said
.
"
This
is
a
matter
of
the
utmost
gravity
.
"
"
He
is
asleep
,
I
tell
thee
,
"
the
officer
said
.
"
What
sort
of
a
bandit
is
that
with
thee
?
"
he
nodded
toward
Andrés
.
"
He
is
a
guerrillero
from
the
other
side
of
the
lines
with
a
dispatch
of
the
utmost
importance
for
the
General
Golz
who
commands
the
attack
that
is
to
be
made
at
dawn
beyond
Navacerrada
,
"
Gomez
said
excitedly
and
earnestly
.
"
Rouse
the
Teniente
-
Coronel
for
the
love
of
God
.
"
The
officer
looked
at
him
with
his
droopy
eyes
shaded
by
the
green
celluloid
.
"
All
of
you
are
crazy
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
know
of
no
General
Golz
nor
of
no
attack
.
Take
this
sportsman
and
get
back
to
your
battalion
.
"
