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"
There
are
lots
of
horses
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
Even
for
the
baggage
.
"
Agustín
bit
his
lip
,
looked
at
Robert
Jordan
and
shook
his
head
.
Below
them
,
out
of
sight
through
the
trees
,
they
heard
the
tank
firing
on
the
road
and
bridge
again
.
Robert
Jordan
jerked
his
head
.
"
What
passed
with
that
?
"
he
said
to
Pablo
.
He
did
not
like
to
look
at
Pablo
,
nor
to
smell
him
,
but
he
wanted
to
hear
him
.
"
I
could
not
leave
with
that
there
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
We
were
barricaded
at
the
lower
bend
of
the
post
.
Finally
it
went
back
to
look
for
something
and
I
came
.
"
"
What
were
you
shooting
at
,
at
the
bend
?
"
Agustín
asked
bluntly
.
Pablo
looked
at
him
,
started
to
grin
,
thought
better
of
it
,
and
said
nothing
.
"
Did
you
shoot
them
all
?
"
Agustín
asked
.
Robert
Jordan
was
thinking
,
keep
your
mouth
shut
.
It
is
none
of
your
business
now
.
They
have
done
all
that
you
could
expect
and
more
.
This
is
an
intertribal
matter
.
Don
’
t
make
moral
judgments
.
What
do
you
expect
from
a
murderer
?
You
’
re
working
with
a
murderer
.
Keep
your
mouth
shut
.
You
knew
enough
about
him
before
.
This
is
nothing
new
.
But
you
dirty
bastard
,
he
thought
.
You
dirty
,
rotten
bastard
.
His
chest
was
aching
with
climbing
as
though
it
would
split
after
the
running
and
ahead
now
through
the
trees
he
saw
the
horses
.
"
Go
ahead
,
"
Agustín
was
saying
.
"
Why
do
you
not
say
you
shot
them
?
"
"
Shut
up
,
"
Pablo
said
.
"
I
have
fought
much
today
and
well
.
Ask
the
Inglés
.
"
