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"
Nay
.
I
will
bring
the
dirt
in
them
in
the
dark
.
You
will
see
.
They
will
not
show
as
I
will
fix
them
.
"
"
Thou
are
very
close
.
Sabes
?
In
the
daylight
this
clump
shows
clearly
from
below
.
"
"
Do
not
worry
,
Inglés
.
Where
goest
thou
?
"
"
I
go
close
below
with
the
small
máquina
of
mine
.
The
old
man
will
cross
the
gorge
now
to
be
ready
for
the
box
of
the
other
end
.
It
faces
in
that
direction
.
"
"
Then
nothing
more
,
"
said
Agustín
.
"
Salud
,
Inglés
.
Hast
thou
tobacco
?
"
"
Thou
canst
not
smoke
.
It
is
too
close
.
"
"
Nay
.
Just
to
hold
in
the
mouth
.
To
smoke
later
.
"
Robert
Jordan
gave
him
his
cigarette
case
and
Agustín
took
three
cigarettes
and
put
them
inside
the
front
flap
of
his
herdsman
’
s
flat
cap
.
He
spread
the
legs
of
his
tripod
with
the
gun
muzzle
in
the
low
pines
and
commenced
unpacking
his
load
by
touch
and
laying
the
things
where
he
wanted
them
.
"
Nada
mas
,
"
he
said
.
"
Well
,
nothing
more
.
"
