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"
The
hell
with
it
,
"
Pilar
raged
.
"
It
is
speed
that
counts
.
"
Just
then
they
all
heard
firing
start
down
the
road
where
Pablo
was
holding
the
post
he
had
taken
.
Pilar
stopped
cursing
and
listened
.
"
Ay
,
"
she
said
.
"
Ayee
.
Ayee
.
That
’
s
it
.
"
Robert
Jordan
heard
it
as
he
swung
the
coil
of
wire
up
onto
the
bridge
with
one
hand
and
then
pulled
himself
up
after
it
.
As
his
knees
rested
on
the
edge
of
the
iron
of
the
bridge
and
his
hands
were
on
the
surface
he
heard
the
machine
gun
firing
around
the
bend
below
.
It
was
a
different
sound
from
Pablo
’
s
automatic
rifle
.
He
got
to
his
feet
,
leaned
over
,
passed
his
coil
of
wire
clear
and
commenced
to
pay
out
wire
as
he
walked
backwards
and
sideways
along
the
bridge
.
He
heard
the
firing
and
as
he
walked
he
felt
it
in
the
pit
of
his
stomach
as
though
it
echoed
on
his
own
diaphragm
.
It
was
closer
now
as
he
walked
and
he
looked
back
at
the
bend
of
the
road
.
But
it
was
still
clear
of
any
car
,
or
tank
or
men
.
It
was
still
clear
when
he
was
halfway
to
the
end
of
the
bridge
.
It
was
still
clear
when
he
was
three
quarters
of
the
way
,
his
wire
running
clear
and
unfouled
,
and
it
was
still
clear
as
he
climbed
around
behind
the
sentry
box
,
holding
his
wire
out
to
keep
it
from
catching
on
the
iron
work
.
Then
he
was
on
the
road
and
it
was
still
clear
below
on
the
road
and
then
he
was
moving
fast
backwards
up
the
little
washed
-
out
gully
by
the
lower
side
of
the
road
as
an
outfielder
goes
backwards
for
a
long
fly
ball
,
keeping
the
wire
taut
,
and
now
he
was
almost
opposite
Anselmo
’
s
stone
and
it
was
still
clear
below
the
bridge
.
Then
he
heard
the
truck
coming
down
the
road
and
he
saw
it
over
his
shoulder
just
coming
onto
the
long
slope
and
he
swung
his
wrist
once
around
the
wire
and
yelled
to
Anselmo
,
"
Blow
her
!
"
and
he
dug
his
heels
in
and
leaned
back
hard
onto
the
tension
of
the
wire
with
a
turn
of
it
around
his
wrist
and
the
noise
of
the
truck
was
coming
behind
and
ahead
there
was
the
road
with
the
dead
sentry
and
the
long
bridge
and
the
stretch
of
road
below
,
still
clear
and
then
there
was
a
cracking
roar
and
the
middle
of
the
bridge
rose
up
in
the
air
like
a
wave
breaking
and
he
felt
the
blast
from
the
explosion
roll
back
against
him
as
he
dove
on
his
face
in
the
pebbly
gully
with
his
hands
holding
tight
over
his
head
.
His
face
was
down
against
the
pebbles
as
the
bridge
settled
where
it
had
risen
and
the
familiar
yellow
smell
of
it
rolled
over
him
in
acrid
smoke
and
then
it
commenced
to
rain
pieces
of
steel
.
After
the
steel
stopped
falling
he
was
still
alive
and
he
raised
his
head
and
looked
across
the
bridge
.
The
center
section
of
it
was
gone
.
There
were
jagged
pieces
of
steel
on
the
bridge
with
their
bright
,
new
torn
edges
and
ends
and
these
were
all
over
the
road
.
The
truck
had
stopped
up
the
road
about
a
hundred
yards
.
The
driver
and
the
two
men
who
had
been
with
him
were
running
toward
a
culvert
.
Fernando
was
still
lying
against
the
bank
and
he
was
still
breathing
.
His
arms
straight
by
his
sides
,
his
hands
relaxed
.
Anselmo
lay
face
down
behind
the
white
marking
stone
.
His
left
arm
was
doubled
under
his
head
and
his
right
arm
was
stretched
straight
out
.
The
loop
of
wire
was
still
around
his
right
fist
.
Robert
Jordan
got
to
his
feet
,
crossed
the
road
,
knelt
by
him
and
made
sure
that
he
was
dead
.
He
did
not
turn
him
over
to
see
what
the
piece
of
steel
had
done
.
He
was
dead
and
that
was
all
.
