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"
You
will
see
.
If
you
are
not
satisfied
,
we
will
take
another
place
.
"
"
We
will
see
,
"
the
young
man
said
.
He
sat
by
the
packs
and
watched
the
old
man
climb
the
ledge
.
It
was
not
hard
to
climb
and
from
the
way
he
found
hand
-
holds
without
searching
for
them
the
young
man
could
see
that
he
had
climbed
it
many
times
before
.
Yet
whoever
was
above
had
been
very
careful
not
to
leave
any
trail
.
The
young
man
,
whose
name
was
Robert
Jordan
,
was
extremely
hungry
and
he
was
worried
.
He
was
often
hungry
but
he
was
not
usually
worried
because
he
did
not
give
any
importance
to
what
happened
to
himself
and
he
knew
from
experience
how
simple
it
was
to
move
behind
the
enemy
lines
in
all
this
country
.
It
was
as
simple
to
move
behind
them
as
it
was
to
cross
through
them
,
if
you
had
a
good
guide
.
It
was
only
giving
importance
to
what
happened
to
you
if
you
were
caught
that
made
it
difficult
;
that
and
deciding
whom
to
trust
.
You
had
to
trust
the
people
you
worked
with
completely
or
not
at
all
,
and
you
had
to
make
decisions
about
the
trusting
.
He
was
not
worried
about
any
of
that
.
But
there
were
other
things
.
This
Anselmo
had
been
a
good
guide
and
he
could
travel
wonderfully
in
the
mountains
.
Robert
Jordan
could
walk
well
enough
himself
and
he
knew
from
following
him
since
before
daylight
that
the
old
man
could
walk
him
to
death
.
Robert
Jordan
trusted
the
man
,
Anselmo
,
so
far
,
in
everything
except
judgment
.
He
had
not
yet
had
an
opportunity
to
test
his
judgment
,
and
,
anyway
,
the
judgment
was
his
own
responsibility
.
No
,
he
did
not
worry
about
Anselmo
and
the
problem
of
the
bridge
was
no
more
difficult
than
many
other
problems
.
He
knew
how
to
blow
any
sort
of
bridge
that
you
could
name
and
he
had
blown
them
of
all
sizes
and
constructions
.
There
was
enough
explosive
and
all
equipment
in
the
two
packs
to
blow
this
bridge
properly
even
if
it
were
twice
as
big
as
Anselmo
reported
it
,
as
he
remembered
it
when
he
had
walked
over
it
on
his
way
to
La
Granja
on
a
walking
trip
in
1933
,
and
as
Golz
had
read
him
the
description
of
it
night
before
last
in
that
upstairs
room
in
the
house
outside
of
the
Escorial
.
"
To
blow
the
bridge
is
nothing
,
"
Golz
had
said
,
the
lamplight
on
his
scarred
,
shaved
head
,
pointing
with
a
pencil
on
the
big
map
.
"
You
understand
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
understand
.
"
"
Absolutely
nothing
.
Merely
to
blow
the
bridge
is
a
failure
.
"
"
Yes
,
Comrade
General
.
"
"
To
blow
the
bridge
at
a
stated
hour
based
on
the
time
set
for
the
attack
is
how
it
should
be
done
.
You
see
that
naturally
.
That
is
your
right
and
how
it
should
be
done
.
"
