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"
Nuts
,
"
he
said
to
himself
.
"
You
are
a
little
groggy
is
all
,
and
you
have
a
let
-
down
after
responsibility
,
is
all
.
Take
it
easy
.
"
Then
Agustín
grabbed
his
arm
and
pointed
and
he
looked
across
the
gorge
and
saw
Pablo
.
They
saw
Pablo
come
running
around
the
corner
of
the
bend
in
the
road
.
At
the
sheer
rock
where
the
road
went
out
of
sight
they
saw
him
stop
and
lean
against
the
rock
and
fire
back
up
the
road
.
Robert
Jordan
saw
Pablo
,
short
,
heavy
and
stocky
,
his
cap
gone
,
leaning
against
the
rock
wall
and
firing
the
short
cavalry
automatic
rifle
and
he
could
see
the
bright
flicker
of
the
cascading
brass
hulls
as
the
sun
caught
them
.
They
saw
Pablo
crouch
and
fire
another
burst
.
Then
,
without
looking
back
,
he
came
running
,
short
,
bow
-
legged
,
fast
,
his
head
bent
down
straight
toward
the
bridge
.
Robert
Jordan
had
pushed
Agustín
over
and
he
had
the
stock
of
the
big
automatic
rifle
against
his
shoulder
and
was
sighting
on
the
bend
of
the
road
.
His
own
submachine
gun
lay
by
his
left
hand
.
It
was
not
accurate
enough
for
that
range
.
As
Pablo
came
toward
them
Robert
Jordan
sighted
on
the
bend
but
nothing
came
.
Pablo
had
reached
the
bridge
,
looked
over
his
shoulder
once
,
glanced
at
the
bridge
,
and
then
turned
to
his
left
and
gone
down
into
the
gorge
and
out
of
sight
.
Robert
Jordan
was
still
watching
the
bend
and
nothing
had
come
in
sight
.
Agustín
got
up
on
one
knee
.
He
could
see
Pablo
climbing
down
into
the
gorge
like
a
goat
.
There
had
been
no
noise
of
firing
below
since
they
had
first
seen
Pablo
.
"
You
see
anything
up
above
?
On
the
rocks
above
?
"
Robert
Jordan
asked
.
"
Nothing
.
"
Robert
Jordan
watched
the
bend
of
the
road
.
He
knew
the
wall
just
below
that
was
too
steep
for
any
one
to
climb
but
below
it
eased
and
some
one
might
have
circled
up
above
.
If
things
had
been
unreal
before
,
they
were
suddenly
real
enough
now
.
It
was
as
though
a
reflex
lens
camera
had
been
suddenly
brought
into
focus
.
It
was
then
he
saw
the
low
-
bodied
,
angled
snout
and
squat
green
,
gray
and
brown
-
splashed
turret
with
the
projecting
machine
gun
come
around
the
bend
into
the
bright
sun
.
He
fired
on
it
and
he
could
hear
the
spang
against
the
steel
.
The
little
whippet
tank
scuttled
back
behind
the
rock
wall
.
Watching
the
corner
,
Robert
Jordan
saw
the
nose
just
reappear
,
then
the
edge
of
the
turret
showed
and
the
turret
swung
so
that
the
gun
was
pointing
down
the
road
.
"
It
seems
like
a
mouse
coming
out
of
his
hole
,
"
Agustín
said
.
"
Look
,
Inglés
.
"
