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She
looked
back
at
him
but
did
not
say
anything
.
He
did
not
look
at
her
except
to
see
that
she
had
understood
.
"
Comprendes
?
"
he
asked
her
.
She
nodded
.
"
Move
up
,
"
he
said
.
She
shook
her
head
.
"
Move
up
!
"
"
Nay
,
"
she
told
him
,
turning
around
and
shaking
her
head
.
"
I
go
in
the
order
that
I
am
to
go
.
"
Just
them
Pablo
dug
both
his
spurs
into
the
big
bay
and
he
plunged
down
the
last
pine
-
needled
slope
and
cross
the
road
in
a
pounding
,
sparking
of
shod
hooves
.
The
others
came
behind
him
and
Robert
Jordan
saw
them
crossing
the
road
and
slamming
on
up
the
green
slope
and
heard
the
machine
gun
hammer
at
the
bridge
.
Then
he
heard
a
noise
come
sweeeish
-
crack
-
boom
!
The
boom
was
a
sharp
crack
that
widened
in
the
cracking
and
on
the
hillside
he
saw
a
small
fountain
of
earth
rise
with
a
plume
of
gray
smoke
.
Sweeish
-
crack
-
boom
!
It
came
again
,
the
swishing
like
the
noise
of
a
rocket
and
there
was
another
up
-
pulsing
of
dirt
and
smoke
farther
up
the
hillside
.
Ahead
of
him
the
gypsy
was
stopped
beside
the
road
in
the
shelter
of
the
last
trees
.
He
looked
ahead
at
the
slope
and
then
he
looked
back
toward
Robert
Jordan
.
"
Go
ahead
,
Rafael
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
"
Gallop
,
man
!
"
