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He
remembered
his
father
in
the
railway
station
and
the
wetness
of
that
farewell
and
he
did
not
say
Salud
nor
good
-
by
nor
good
luck
nor
anything
like
that
.
"
Hast
wiped
the
oil
from
the
bore
of
thy
gun
,
old
one
?
"
he
whispered
.
"
So
it
will
not
throw
wild
?
"
"
In
the
cave
,
"
Anselmo
said
.
"
I
cleaned
them
all
with
the
pull
-
through
.
"
"
Then
until
soon
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
and
the
old
man
went
off
,
noiseless
on
his
rope
-
soled
shoes
,
swinging
wide
through
the
trees
.
Robert
Jordan
lay
on
the
pine
-
needle
floor
of
the
forest
and
listened
to
the
first
stirring
in
the
branches
of
the
pines
of
the
wind
that
would
come
with
daylight
.
He
took
the
clip
out
of
the
submachine
gun
and
worked
the
lock
back
and
forth
.
Then
he
turned
the
gun
,
with
the
lock
open
and
in
the
dark
he
put
the
muzzle
to
his
lips
and
blew
through
the
barrel
,
the
metal
tasting
greasy
and
oily
as
his
tongue
touched
the
edge
of
the
bore
.
He
laid
the
gun
across
his
forearm
,
the
action
up
so
that
no
pine
needles
or
rubbish
could
get
in
it
,
and
shucked
all
the
cartridges
out
of
the
clip
with
his
thumb
and
onto
a
handkerchief
he
had
spread
in
front
of
him
.
Then
,
feeling
each
cartridge
in
the
dark
and
turning
it
in
his
fingers
,
he
pressed
and
slid
them
one
at
a
time
back
into
the
clip
.
Now
the
clip
was
heavy
again
in
his
hand
and
he
slid
it
back
into
the
submachine
gun
and
felt
it
click
home
.
He
lay
on
his
belly
behind
the
pine
trunk
,
the
gun
across
his
left
forearm
and
watched
the
point
of
light
below
him
Sometimes
he
could
not
see
it
and
then
he
knew
that
the
man
in
the
sentry
box
had
moved
in
front
of
the
brazier
.
Robert
Jordan
lay
there
and
waited
for
daylight
.
During
the
time
that
Pablo
had
ridden
back
from
the
hills
to
the
cave
and
the
time
the
band
had
dropped
down
to
where
they
had
left
the
horses
Andrés
had
made
rapid
progress
toward
Golz
’
s
headquarters
.
Where
they
came
onto
the
main
highroad
to
Navacerrada
on
which
the
trucks
were
rolling
back
from
the
mountain
there
was
a
control
.
But
when
Gomez
showed
the
sentry
at
the
control
his
safe
-
conduct
from
the
Lieutenant
-
Colonel
Miranda
the
sentry
put
the
light
from
a
flashlight
on
it
,
showed
it
to
the
other
sentry
with
him
,
then
handed
it
back
and
saluted
.
"
Siga
,
"
he
said
.
"
Continue
.
But
without
lights
.
"
The
motorcycle
roared
again
and
Andrés
was
holding
tight
onto
the
forward
seat
and
they
were
moving
along
the
highway
,
Gomez
riding
carefully
in
the
traffic
.
None
of
the
trucks
had
lights
and
they
were
moving
down
the
road
in
a
long
convoy
.
There
were
loaded
trucks
moving
up
the
road
too
,
and
all
of
them
raised
a
dust
that
Andrés
could
not
see
in
that
dark
but
could
only
feel
as
a
cloud
that
blew
in
his
face
and
that
he
could
bite
between
his
teeth
.
They
were
close
behind
the
tailboard
of
a
truck
now
,
the
motorcycle
chugging
,
then
Gomez
speeded
up
and
passed
it
and
another
,
and
another
,
and
another
with
the
other
trucks
roaring
and
rolling
down
past
them
on
the
left
.
There
was
a
motorcar
behind
them
now
and
it
blasted
into
the
truck
noise
and
the
dust
with
its
klaxon
again
and
again
;
then
flashed
on
lights
that
showed
the
dust
like
a
solid
yellow
cloud
and
surged
past
them
in
a
whining
rise
of
gears
and
a
demanding
,
threatening
,
bludgeoning
of
klaxoning
.
