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The
gypsy
put
his
finger
on
his
head
to
show
where
the
wound
had
been
.
"
Here
,
"
he
said
.
"
After
thee
.
When
we
made
the
rush
.
"
"
Leave
me
,
"
Fernando
said
.
Anselmo
could
see
he
was
suffering
much
.
He
held
both
hands
against
his
groin
now
and
put
his
headback
against
the
bank
,
his
legs
straight
out
before
him
.
His
face
was
gray
and
sweating
.
"
Leave
me
now
please
,
for
a
favor
,
"
he
said
.
His
eyes
were
shut
with
pain
,
the
edges
of
the
lips
twitching
.
"
I
find
myself
very
well
here
.
"
"
Here
is
a
rifle
and
cartridges
,
"
Primitivo
said
.
"
Is
it
mine
?
"
Fernando
asked
,
his
eyes
shut
.
"
Nay
,
the
Pilar
has
thine
,
"
Primitivo
said
.
"
This
is
mine
.
"
"
I
would
prefer
my
own
,
"
Fernando
said
.
"
I
am
more
accustomed
to
it
.
"
"
I
will
bring
it
to
thee
,
"
the
gypsy
lied
to
him
.
"
Keep
this
until
it
comes
.
"
"
I
am
in
a
very
good
position
here
,
"
Fernando
said
.
