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"
Good
,
"
said
Andrés
.
"
He
was
one
of
the
three
to
whom
I
might
give
it
.
"
"
Should
we
wait
for
an
answer
?
"
Gomez
asked
Andrés
.
"
It
might
be
best
.
Though
where
I
will
find
the
Inglés
and
the
others
after
that
of
the
bridge
neither
God
knows
.
"
"
Come
wait
with
me
,
"
Vicente
said
,
"
until
the
General
returns
.
And
I
will
get
thee
coffee
.
Thou
must
be
hungry
.
"
"
And
these
tanks
,
"
Gomez
said
to
him
.
They
were
passing
the
branch
-
covered
,
mud
-
colored
tanks
,
each
with
two
deep
-
ridged
tracks
over
the
pine
needles
showing
where
they
had
swung
and
backed
from
the
road
.
Their
45
-
mm
.
guns
jutted
horizontally
under
the
branches
and
the
drivers
and
gunners
in
their
leather
coats
and
ridged
helmets
sat
with
their
backs
against
the
trees
or
lay
sleeping
on
the
ground
.
"
These
are
the
reserve
,
"
Vicente
said
.
"
Also
these
troops
are
in
reserve
.
Those
who
commence
the
attack
are
above
.
"
"
They
are
many
,
"
Andrés
said
.
"
Yes
,
"
Vicente
said
.
"
It
is
a
full
division
.
"
Inside
the
dugout
Duval
,
holding
the
opened
dispatch
from
Robert
Jordan
in
his
left
hand
,
glancing
at
his
wrist
watch
on
the
same
hand
,
reading
the
dispatch
for
the
fourth
time
,
each
time
feeling
the
sweat
come
out
from
under
his
armpit
and
run
down
his
flank
,
said
into
the
telephone
,
"
Get
me
position
Segovia
,
then
.
He
’
s
left
?
Get
me
position
Avila
.
"
