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The
gypsy
was
holding
the
lead
rope
with
the
pack
-
horse
pulling
his
head
taut
behind
him
.
"
Drop
the
pack
-
horse
and
gallop
!
"
Robert
Jordan
said
.
He
saw
the
gypsy
’
s
hand
extended
behind
him
,
rising
higher
and
higher
,
seeming
to
take
forever
as
his
heels
kicked
into
the
horse
he
was
riding
and
the
rope
came
taut
,
then
dropped
,
and
he
was
across
the
road
and
Robert
Jordan
was
kneeing
against
a
frightened
pack
-
horse
that
bumped
back
into
him
as
the
gypsy
crossed
the
hard
,
dark
road
and
he
heard
his
horse
’
s
hooves
clumping
as
he
galloped
up
the
slope
.
Wheeeeeeish
-
ca
-
rack
!
The
flat
trajectory
of
the
shell
came
and
he
saw
the
gypsy
jink
like
a
running
boar
as
the
earth
spouted
the
little
black
and
gray
geyser
ahead
of
him
.
He
watched
him
galloping
,
slow
and
reaching
now
,
up
the
long
green
slope
and
the
gun
threw
behind
him
and
ahead
of
him
and
he
was
under
the
fold
of
the
hill
with
the
others
.
I
can
’
t
take
the
damned
pack
-
horse
,
Robert
Jordan
thought
.
Though
I
wish
I
could
keep
the
son
of
a
bitch
on
my
off
side
.
I
’
d
like
to
have
him
between
me
and
that
47
mm
.
they
’
re
throwing
with
.
By
God
,
I
’
ll
try
to
get
him
up
there
anyway
.
He
rode
up
to
the
pack
-
horse
,
caught
hold
of
the
hackamore
,
and
then
,
holding
the
rope
,
the
horse
trotting
behind
him
,
rode
fifty
yards
up
through
the
trees
.
At
the
edge
of
the
trees
he
looked
down
the
road
past
the
truck
to
the
bridge
.
He
could
see
men
out
on
the
bridge
and
behind
it
looked
like
a
traffic
jam
on
the
road
.
Robert
Jordan
looked
around
,
saw
what
he
wanted
finally
and
reached
up
and
broke
a
dead
limb
from
a
pine
tree
.
He
dropped
the
hackamore
,
edged
the
pack
-
horse
up
to
the
slope
that
slanted
down
to
the
road
and
then
hit
him
hard
across
the
rump
with
the
tree
branch
.
"
Go
on
,
you
son
of
a
bitch
,
"
he
said
,
and
threw
the
dead
branch
after
him
as
the
pack
-
horse
crossed
the
road
and
started
across
the
slope
.
The
branch
hit
him
and
the
horse
broke
from
a
run
into
a
gallop
.
Robert
Jordan
rode
thirty
yards
farther
up
the
road
;
beyond
that
the
bank
was
too
steep
.
The
gun
was
firing
now
with
the
rocket
whish
and
the
cracking
,
dirt
-
spouting
boom
.
"
Come
on
,
you
big
gray
fascist
bastard
,
"
Robert
Jordan
said
to
the
horse
and
put
him
down
the
slope
in
a
sliding
plunge
.
Then
he
was
out
in
the
open
,
over
the
road
that
was
so
hard
under
the
hooves
he
felt
the
pound
of
it
come
up
all
the
way
to
his
shoulders
,
his
neck
and
his
teeth
,
onto
the
smooth
of
the
slope
,
the
hooves
finding
it
,
cutting
it
,
pounding
it
,
reaching
,
throwing
,
going
,
and
he
looked
down
across
the
slope
to
where
the
bridge
showed
now
at
a
new
angle
he
had
never
seen
.
It
crossed
in
profile
now
without
foreshortening
and
in
the
center
was
the
broken
place
and
behind
it
on
the
road
was
the
little
tank
and
behind
the
little
tank
was
a
big
tank
with
a
gun
that
flashed
now
yellow
-
bright
as
a
mirror
and
the
screech
as
the
air
ripped
apart
seemed
almost
over
the
gray
neck
that
stretched
ahead
of
him
,
and
he
turned
his
head
as
the
dirt
fountained
up
the
hillside
.
The
pack
-
horse
was
ahead
of
him
swinging
too
far
to
the
right
and
slowing
down
and
Robert
Jordan
,
galloping
,
his
head
turned
a
little
toward
the
bridge
,
saw
the
line
of
trucks
halted
behind
the
turn
that
showed
now
clearly
as
he
was
gaining
height
,
and
he
saw
the
bright
yellow
flash
that
signalled
the
instant
whish
and
boom
,
and
the
shell
fell
short
,
but
he
heard
the
metal
sailing
from
where
the
dirt
rose
.
He
saw
them
all
ahead
in
the
edge
of
the
timber
watching
him
and
he
said
,
"
Arre
caballo
!
Go
on
,
horse
!
"
and
felt
his
big
horse
’
s
chest
surging
with
the
steepening
of
the
slope
and
saw
the
gray
neck
stretching
and
the
gray
ears
ahead
and
he
reached
and
patted
the
wet
gray
neck
,
and
he
looked
back
at
the
bridge
and
saw
the
bright
flash
from
the
heavy
,
squat
,
mud
-
colored
tank
there
on
the
road
and
then
he
did
not
hear
any
whish
but
only
a
banging
acrid
smelling
clang
like
a
boiler
being
ripped
apart
and
he
was
under
the
gray
horse
and
the
gray
horse
was
kicking
and
he
was
trying
to
pull
out
from
under
the
weight
.
