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On
the
tree
trunk
he
looked
back
at
Robert
Jordan
,
then
pulled
himself
around
the
trunk
and
out
of
sight
.
Then
Robert
Jordan
heard
the
squirrel
chitter
from
a
high
branch
of
the
pine
tree
and
he
watched
him
there
,
spread
flat
along
the
branch
,
his
tail
jerking
.
Robert
Jordan
looked
down
through
the
pines
to
the
sentry
box
again
.
He
would
like
to
have
had
the
squirrel
with
him
in
his
pocket
.
He
would
like
to
have
had
anything
that
he
could
touch
.
He
rubbed
his
elbows
against
the
pine
needles
but
it
was
not
the
same
.
Nobody
knows
how
lonely
you
can
be
when
you
do
this
.
Me
,
though
,
I
know
.
I
hope
that
Rabbit
will
get
out
of
this
all
right
.
Stop
that
now
.
Yes
,
sure
.
But
I
can
hope
that
and
I
do
.
That
I
blow
it
well
and
that
she
gets
out
all
right
.
Good
.
Sure
.
Just
that
.
That
is
all
I
want
now
.
He
lay
there
now
and
looked
away
from
the
road
and
the
sentry
box
and
across
to
the
far
mountain
.
Just
do
not
think
at
all
,
he
told
himself
.
He
lay
there
quietly
and
watched
the
morning
come
.
It
was
a
fine
early
summer
morning
and
it
came
very
fast
now
in
the
end
of
May
.
Once
a
motorcyclist
in
a
leather
coat
and
all
-
leather
helmet
with
an
automatic
rifle
in
a
holster
by
his
left
leg
came
across
the
bridge
and
went
on
up
the
road
.
Once
an
ambulance
crossed
the
bridge
,
passed
below
him
,
and
went
up
the
road
.
But
that
was
all
.
He
smelled
the
pines
and
he
heard
the
stream
and
the
bridge
showed
clear
now
and
beautiful
in
the
morning
light
.
He
lay
there
behind
the
pine
tree
,
with
the
submachine
gun
across
his
left
forearm
,
and
he
never
looked
at
the
sentry
box
again
until
,
long
after
it
seemed
that
it
was
never
coming
,
that
nothing
could
happen
on
such
a
lovely
late
May
morning
,
he
heard
the
sudden
,
clustered
,
thudding
of
the
bombs
.
As
he
heard
the
bombs
,
the
first
thumping
noise
of
them
,
before
the
echo
of
them
came
back
in
thunder
from
the
mountain
,
Robert
Jordan
drew
in
a
long
breath
and
lifted
the
submachine
gun
from
where
it
lay
.
His
arm
felt
stiff
from
its
weight
and
his
fingers
were
heavy
with
reluctance
.
The
man
in
the
sentry
box
stood
up
when
he
heard
the
bombs
.
Robert
Jordan
saw
him
reach
for
his
rifle
and
step
forward
out
of
the
box
listening
.
He
stood
in
the
road
with
the
sun
shining
on
him
.
The
knitted
cap
was
on
the
side
of
his
head
and
the
sun
was
on
his
unshaved
face
as
he
looked
up
into
the
sky
toward
where
the
planes
were
bombing
.
There
was
no
mist
on
the
road
now
and
Robert
Jordan
saw
the
man
,
clearly
and
sharply
,
standing
there
on
the
road
looking
up
at
the
sky
.
The
sun
shone
bright
on
him
through
the
trees
.
Robert
Jordan
felt
his
own
breath
tight
now
as
though
a
strand
of
wire
bound
his
chest
and
,
steadying
his
elbows
,
feeling
the
corrugations
of
the
forward
grip
against
his
fingers
,
he
put
the
oblong
of
the
foresight
,
settled
now
in
the
notch
of
the
rear
,
onto
the
center
of
the
man
’
s
chest
and
squeezed
the
trigger
gently
.
He
felt
the
quick
,
liquid
,
spastic
lurching
of
the
gun
against
his
shoulder
and
on
the
road
the
man
,
looking
surprised
and
hurt
,
slid
forward
on
his
knees
and
his
forehead
doubled
to
the
road
.
His
rifle
fell
by
him
and
lay
there
with
one
of
the
man
’
s
fingers
twisted
through
the
trigger
guard
,
his
wrist
bent
forward
.
The
rifle
lay
,
bayonet
forward
on
the
road
.
Robert
Jordan
looked
away
from
the
man
lying
with
his
head
doubled
under
on
the
road
to
the
bridge
,
and
the
sentry
box
at
the
other
end
.
He
could
not
see
the
other
sentry
and
he
looked
down
the
slope
to
the
right
where
he
knew
Agustín
was
hidden
.
Then
he
heard
Anselmo
shoot
,
the
shot
smashing
an
echo
back
from
the
gorge
.
Then
he
heard
him
shoot
again
.
With
that
second
shot
came
the
cracking
boom
of
grenades
from
around
the
corner
below
the
bridge
.
Then
there
was
the
noise
of
grenades
from
well
up
the
road
to
the
left
.
Then
he
heard
rifle
-
firing
up
the
road
and
from
below
came
the
noise
of
Pablo
’
s
cavalry
automatic
rifle
spat
-
spat
-
spat
-
spatting
into
the
noise
of
grenades
.
He
saw
Anselmo
scrambling
down
the
steep
cut
to
the
far
end
of
the
bridge
and
he
slung
the
submachine
gun
over
his
shoulder
and
picked
up
the
two
heavy
packs
from
behind
the
pine
trunks
and
with
one
in
each
hand
,
the
packs
pulling
his
arms
so
that
he
felt
the
tendons
would
pull
out
of
his
shoulders
,
he
ran
lurching
down
the
steep
slope
to
the
road
.
