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As
he
ran
he
heard
Agustín
shouting
,
"
Buena
caza
,
Inglés
.
Buena
caza
!
"
and
he
thought
,
"
Nice
hunting
,
like
hell
,
nice
hunting
,
"
and
just
then
he
heard
Anselmo
shoot
at
the
far
end
of
the
bridge
,
the
noise
of
the
shot
clanging
in
the
steel
girders
.
He
passed
the
sentry
where
he
lay
and
ran
onto
the
bridge
,
the
packs
swinging
.
The
old
man
came
running
toward
him
,
holding
his
carbine
in
one
hand
.
"
Sin
novedad
,
"
he
shouted
.
"
There
’
s
nothing
wrong
.
Tuve
que
rematarlo
.
I
had
to
finish
him
.
"
Robert
Jordan
,
kneeling
,
opening
the
packs
in
the
center
of
the
bridge
taking
out
his
material
,
saw
that
tears
were
running
down
Anselmo
’
s
cheeks
through
the
gray
beard
stubble
.
"
Yo
maté
uno
tambien
,
"
he
said
to
Anselmo
.
"
I
killed
one
too
,
"
and
jerked
his
head
toward
where
the
sentry
lay
hunched
over
in
the
road
at
the
end
of
the
bridge
.
"
Yes
,
man
,
yes
,
"
Anselmo
said
.
"
We
have
to
kill
them
and
we
kill
them
.
"
Robert
Jordan
was
climbing
down
into
the
framework
of
the
bridge
.
The
girders
were
cold
and
wet
with
dew
under
his
hands
and
he
climbed
carefully
,
feeling
the
sun
on
his
back
,
bracing
himself
in
a
bridge
truss
,
hearing
the
noise
of
the
tumbling
water
below
him
,
hearing
firing
,
too
much
firing
,
up
the
road
at
the
upper
post
.
He
was
sweating
heavily
now
and
it
was
cool
under
the
bridge
.
He
had
a
coil
of
wire
around
one
arm
and
a
pair
of
pliers
hung
by
a
thong
from
his
wrist
.
"
Hand
me
that
down
a
package
at
a
time
,
viejo
,
"
he
called
up
to
Anselmo
.
The
old
man
leaned
far
over
the
edge
handing
down
the
oblong
blocks
of
explosive
and
Robert
Jordan
reached
up
for
them
,
shoved
them
in
where
he
wanted
them
,
packed
them
close
,
braced
them
,
"
Wedges
,
viejo
!
Give
me
wedges
!
"
smelling
the
fresh
shingle
smell
of
the
new
whittled
wedges
as
he
tapped
them
in
tight
to
hold
the
charge
between
the
girders
.
Now
as
he
worked
,
placing
,
bracing
,
wedging
,
lashing
tight
with
wire
,
thinking
only
of
demolition
,
working
fast
and
skillfully
as
a
surgeon
works
,
he
heard
a
rattle
of
firing
from
below
on
the
road
.
Then
there
was
the
noise
of
a
grenade
.
Then
another
,
booming
through
the
rushing
noise
the
water
made
.
Then
it
was
quiet
from
that
direction
.
