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"
I
got
one
,
"
the
gypsy
said
.
The
man
was
down
in
the
road
halfway
between
the
culvert
and
the
truck
.
The
other
two
did
not
stop
to
drag
him
.
They
ran
for
the
culvert
and
ducked
in
.
"
Don
’
t
shoot
at
him
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
Shoot
for
the
top
part
of
a
front
tire
on
the
truck
.
So
if
you
miss
you
’
ll
hit
the
engine
.
Good
.
"
He
watched
with
the
glasses
.
"
A
little
lower
.
Good
.
You
shoot
like
hell
.
Mucho
!
Mucho
!
Shoot
me
the
top
of
the
radiator
.
Anywhere
on
the
radiator
.
Thou
art
a
champion
.
Look
.
Don
’
t
let
anything
come
past
that
point
there
.
See
?
"
"
Watch
me
break
the
windshield
in
the
truck
,
"
the
gypsy
said
happily
.
"
Nay
.
The
truck
is
already
sick
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
Hold
thy
fire
until
anything
comes
down
the
road
.
Start
firing
when
it
is
opposite
the
culvert
.
Try
to
hit
the
driver
.
That
you
all
should
fire
,
then
,
"
he
spoke
to
Pilar
who
had
come
farther
down
the
slope
with
Primitivo
.
"
You
are
wonderfully
placed
here
.
See
how
that
steepness
guards
thy
flank
?
"
"
That
you
should
get
about
thy
business
with
Agustín
,
"
Pilar
said
.
"
Desist
from
thy
lecture
.
I
have
seen
terrain
in
my
time
.
"
"
Put
Primitivo
farther
up
there
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
There
.
See
,
man
?
This
side
of
where
the
bank
steepens
.
"
"
Leave
me
,
"
said
Pilar
.
"
Get
along
,
Inglés
.
Thou
and
thy
perfection
.
Here
there
is
no
problem
.
"
Just
then
they
heard
the
planes
.
Maria
had
been
with
the
horses
for
a
long
time
,
but
they
were
no
comfort
to
her
.
Nor
was
she
any
to
them
.
From
where
she
was
in
the
forest
she
could
not
see
the
road
nor
could
she
see
the
bridge
and
when
the
firing
started
she
put
her
arm
around
the
neck
of
the
big
white
-
faced
bay
stallion
that
she
had
gentled
and
brought
gifts
to
many
times
when
the
horses
had
been
in
the
corral
in
the
trees
below
the
camp
.
But
her
nervousness
made
the
big
stallion
nervous
,
too
,
and
he
jerked
his
head
,
his
nostrils
widening
at
the
firing
and
the
noise
of
the
bombs
.
Maria
could
not
keep
still
and
she
walked
around
patting
and
gentling
the
horses
and
making
them
all
more
nervous
and
agitated
.
She
tried
to
think
of
the
firing
not
as
just
a
terrible
thing
that
was
happening
,
but
to
realize
that
it
was
Pablo
below
with
the
new
men
,
and
Pilar
with
the
others
above
,
and
that
she
must
not
worry
nor
get
into
a
panic
but
must
have
confidence
in
Roberto
.
But
she
could
not
do
this
and
all
the
firing
above
and
below
the
bridge
and
the
distant
sound
of
the
battle
that
rolled
down
from
the
pass
like
the
noise
of
a
far
-
off
storm
with
a
dried
,
rolling
rattle
in
it
and
the
irregular
beat
of
the
bombs
was
simply
a
horrible
thing
that
almost
kept
her
from
breathing
.
