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He
circled
the
hillside
through
the
pines
and
all
the
time
there
was
the
throbbing
,
drumming
of
the
planes
and
across
the
shattered
bridge
on
the
road
below
,
around
the
bend
of
the
road
there
was
the
intermittent
hammering
fire
of
a
heavy
machine
gun
.
Robert
Jordan
dropped
down
to
where
Agustín
lay
in
the
clump
of
scrub
pines
behind
the
automatic
rifle
and
more
planes
were
coming
all
the
time
.
"
What
passes
below
?
"
Agustín
said
.
"
What
is
Pablo
doing
?
Doesn
’
t
he
know
the
bridge
is
gone
?
"
"
Maybe
he
can
’
t
leave
.
"
"
Then
let
us
leave
.
The
hell
with
him
.
"
"
He
will
come
now
if
he
is
able
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
We
should
see
him
now
.
"
"
I
have
not
heard
him
,
"
Agustín
said
.
"
Not
for
five
minutes
.
No
.
There
!
Listen
!
There
he
is
.
That
’
s
him
.
"
There
was
a
burst
of
the
spot
-
spot
-
spotting
fire
of
the
cavalry
submachine
gun
,
then
another
,
then
another
.
"
That
’
s
the
bastard
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
He
watched
still
more
planes
coming
over
in
the
high
cloudless
blue
sky
and
he
watched
Agustín
’
s
face
as
he
looked
up
at
them
.
Then
he
looked
down
at
the
shattered
bridge
and
across
to
the
stretch
of
road
which
still
was
clear
.
He
coughed
and
spat
and
listened
to
the
heavy
machine
gun
hammer
again
below
the
bend
.
It
sounded
to
be
in
the
same
place
that
it
was
before
.
