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"
Yes
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
All
that
the
cavalryman
carried
.
I
have
fired
only
four
to
try
it
.
I
tried
it
yesterday
in
the
high
hills
.
"
"
We
go
now
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
We
must
be
there
early
and
well
hidden
.
"
"
We
all
go
now
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
Suerte
,
Inglés
.
"
I
wonder
what
the
bastard
is
planning
now
,
Robert
Jordan
said
.
But
I
am
pretty
sure
I
know
.
Well
,
that
is
his
,
not
mine
.
Thank
God
I
do
not
know
these
new
men
.
He
put
his
hand
out
and
said
,
"
Suerte
,
Pablo
,
"
and
their
two
hands
gripped
in
the
dark
.
Robert
Jordan
,
when
he
put
his
hand
out
,
expected
that
it
would
be
like
grasping
something
reptilian
or
touching
a
leper
.
He
did
not
know
what
Pablo
’
s
hand
would
feel
like
.
But
in
the
dark
Pablo
’
s
hand
gripped
his
hard
and
pressed
it
frankly
and
he
returned
the
grip
.
Pablo
had
a
good
hand
in
the
dark
and
feeling
it
gave
Robert
Jordan
the
strangest
feeling
he
had
felt
that
morning
.
We
must
be
allies
now
,
he
thought
.
There
was
always
much
handshaking
with
allies
.
Not
to
mention
decorations
and
kissing
on
both
cheeks
,
he
thought
.
I
’
m
glad
we
do
not
have
to
do
that
.
I
suppose
all
allies
are
like
this
.
They
always
hate
each
other
au
fond
.
But
this
Pablo
is
a
strange
man
.
"
Suerte
,
Pablo
,
"
he
said
and
gripped
the
strange
,
firm
,
purposeful
hand
hard
.
"
I
will
cover
thee
well
.
Do
not
worry
.
"
"
I
am
sorry
for
having
taken
thy
material
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
It
was
an
equivocation
.
"
"
But
thou
has
brought
what
we
needed
.
"
