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"
Good
,
"
said
Robert
Jordan
.
They
rode
down
through
the
timber
toward
the
edge
of
the
road
.
Robert
Jordan
rode
just
behind
Maria
.
He
could
not
ride
beside
her
for
the
timber
.
He
caressed
the
gray
once
with
his
thigh
muscles
,
and
then
held
him
steady
as
they
dropped
down
fast
and
sliding
through
the
pines
,
telling
the
gray
with
his
thighs
as
they
dropped
down
what
the
spurs
would
have
told
him
if
they
had
been
on
level
ground
.
"
Thou
,
"
he
said
to
Maria
,
"
go
second
as
they
cross
the
road
.
First
is
not
so
bad
though
it
seems
bad
.
Second
is
good
.
It
is
later
that
they
are
always
watching
for
.
"
"
But
thou
—
—
"
"
I
will
go
suddenly
.
There
will
be
no
problem
.
It
is
the
places
in
line
that
are
bad
.
"
He
was
watching
the
round
,
bristly
head
of
Pablo
,
sunk
in
his
shoulders
as
he
rode
,
his
automatic
rifle
slung
over
his
shoulder
.
He
was
watching
Pilar
,
her
head
bare
,
her
shoulders
broad
,
her
knees
higher
than
her
thighs
as
her
heels
hooked
into
the
bundles
.
She
looked
back
at
him
once
and
shook
her
head
.
"
Pass
the
Pilar
before
you
cross
the
road
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
to
Maria
.
Then
he
was
looking
through
the
thinning
trees
and
he
saw
the
oiled
dark
of
the
road
below
and
beyond
it
the
green
slope
of
the
hillside
.
We
are
above
the
culvert
,
he
saw
,
and
just
below
the
height
where
the
road
drops
down
straight
toward
the
bridge
in
that
long
sweep
.
We
are
around
eight
hundred
yards
above
the
bridge
.
That
is
not
out
of
range
for
the
Fiat
in
that
little
tank
if
they
have
come
up
to
the
bridge
.
"
Maria
,
"
he
said
.
"
Pass
the
Pilar
before
we
reach
the
road
and
ride
wide
up
that
slope
.
"
