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All
right
,
he
said
.
And
he
lay
very
quietly
and
tried
to
hold
on
to
himself
that
he
felt
slipping
away
from
himself
as
you
feel
snow
starting
to
slip
sometimes
on
a
mountain
slope
,
and
he
said
,
now
quietly
,
then
let
me
last
until
they
come
.
Robert
Jordan
’
s
luck
held
very
good
because
he
saw
,
just
then
,
the
cavalry
ride
out
of
the
timber
and
cross
the
road
.
He
watched
them
coming
riding
up
the
slope
.
He
saw
the
trooper
who
stopped
by
the
gray
horse
and
shouted
to
the
officer
who
rode
over
to
him
.
He
watched
them
both
looking
down
at
the
gray
horse
.
They
recognized
him
of
course
.
He
and
his
rider
had
been
missing
since
the
early
morning
of
the
day
before
.
Robert
Jordan
saw
them
there
on
the
slope
,
close
to
him
now
,
and
below
he
saw
the
road
and
the
bridge
and
the
long
lines
of
vehicles
below
it
.
He
was
completely
integrated
now
and
he
took
a
good
long
look
at
everything
.
Then
he
looked
up
at
the
sky
.
There
were
big
white
clouds
in
it
.
He
touched
the
palm
of
his
hand
against
the
pine
needles
where
he
lay
and
he
touched
the
bark
of
the
pine
trunk
that
he
lay
behind
.
Then
he
rested
easily
as
he
could
with
his
two
elbows
in
the
pine
needles
and
the
muzzle
of
the
submachine
gun
resting
against
the
trunk
of
the
pine
tree
.
As
the
officer
came
trotting
now
on
the
trail
of
the
horses
of
the
band
he
would
pass
twenty
yards
below
where
Robert
Jordan
lay
At
that
distance
there
would
be
no
problem
.
The
officer
was
Lieutenant
Berrendo
.
He
had
come
up
from
La
Granja
when
they
had
been
ordered
up
after
the
first
report
of
the
attack
on
the
lower
post
.
They
had
ridden
hard
and
had
then
had
to
swing
back
,
because
the
bridge
had
been
blown
,
to
cross
the
gorge
high
above
and
come
around
through
the
timber
.
Their
horses
were
wet
and
blown
and
they
had
to
be
urged
into
the
trot
.
Lieutenant
Berrendo
,
watching
the
trail
,
came
riding
up
,
his
thin
face
serious
and
grave
.
His
submachine
gun
lay
across
his
saddle
in
the
crook
of
his
left
arm
.
Robert
Jordan
lay
behind
the
tree
,
holding
onto
himself
very
carefully
and
delicately
to
keep
his
hands
steady
.
He
was
waiting
until
the
officer
reached
the
sunlit
place
where
the
first
trees
of
the
pine
forest
joined
the
green
slope
of
the
meadow
.
He
could
feel
his
heart
beating
against
the
pine
needle
floor
of
the
forest
.