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"
And
El
Sordo
?
"
"
Good
,
"
Anselmo
said
.
"
As
good
as
the
other
is
bad
.
"
"
You
believe
now
that
he
is
truly
bad
?
"
"
All
afternoon
I
have
thought
of
it
and
since
we
have
heard
what
we
have
heard
,
I
think
now
,
yes
.
Truly
.
"
"
It
would
not
be
better
to
leave
,
speaking
of
another
bridge
,
and
obtain
men
from
other
bands
?
"
"
No
,
"
Anselmo
said
.
"
This
is
his
country
.
You
could
not
move
that
he
would
not
know
it
.
But
one
must
move
with
much
precautions
.
"
They
came
down
to
the
mouth
of
the
cave
,
where
a
light
shone
out
from
the
edge
of
a
blanket
that
hung
over
the
opening
.
The
two
packs
were
at
the
foot
of
the
tree
covered
with
a
canvas
and
Robert
Jordan
knelt
down
and
felt
the
canvas
wet
and
stiff
over
them
.
In
the
dark
he
felt
under
the
canvas
in
the
outside
pocket
of
one
of
the
packs
and
took
out
a
leather
-
covered
flask
and
slipped
it
in
his
pocket
.
Unlocking
the
long
barred
padlocks
that
passed
through
the
grommet
that
closed
the
opening
of
the
mouth
of
the
packs
,
and
untying
the
drawstring
at
the
top
of
each
pack
,
he
felt
inside
them
and
verified
their
contents
with
his
hands
.
Deep
in
one
pack
he
felt
the
bundled
blocks
in
the
sacks
,
the
sacks
wrapped
in
the
sleeping
robe
,
and
tying
the
strings
of
that
and
pushing
the
lock
shut
again
,
he
put
his
hands
into
the
other
and
felt
the
sharp
wood
outline
of
the
box
of
the
old
exploder
,
the
cigar
box
with
the
caps
,
each
little
cylinder
wrapped
round
and
round
with
its
two
wires
(
the
lot
of
them
packed
as
carefully
as
he
had
packed
his
collection
of
wild
bird
eggs
when
he
was
a
boy
)
,
the
stock
of
the
submachine
gun
,
disconnected
from
the
barrel
and
wrapped
in
his
leather
jacket
,
the
two
pans
and
five
clips
in
one
of
the
inner
pockets
of
the
big
pack
-
sack
and
the
small
coils
of
copper
wire
and
the
big
coil
of
light
insulated
wire
in
the
other
.
In
the
pocket
with
the
wire
he
felt
his
pliers
and
the
two
wooden
awls
for
making
holes
in
the
end
of
the
blocks
and
then
,
from
the
last
inside
pocket
,
he
took
a
big
box
of
the
Russian
cigarettes
of
the
lot
he
had
from
Golz
’
s
headquarters
and
tying
the
mouth
of
the
pack
shut
,
he
pushed
the
lock
in
,
buckled
the
flaps
down
and
again
covered
both
packs
with
the
canvas
.
Anselmo
had
gone
on
into
the
cave
.
Robert
Jordan
stood
up
to
follow
him
,
then
reconsidered
and
,
lifting
the
canvas
off
the
two
packs
,
picked
them
up
,
one
in
each
hand
,
and
started
with
them
,
just
able
to
carry
them
,
for
the
mouth
of
the
cave
.
He
laid
one
pack
down
and
lifted
the
blanket
aside
,
then
with
his
head
stooped
and
with
a
pack
in
each
hand
,
carrying
by
the
leather
shoulder
straps
,
he
went
into
the
cave
.
It
was
warm
and
smoky
in
the
cave
.
There
was
a
table
along
one
wall
with
a
tallow
candle
stuck
in
a
bottle
on
it
and
at
the
table
were
seated
Pablo
,
three
men
he
did
not
know
,
and
the
gypsy
,
Rafael
.
The
candle
made
shadows
on
the
wall
behind
the
men
and
Anselmo
stood
where
he
had
come
in
to
the
right
of
the
table
.
The
wife
of
Pablo
was
standing
over
the
charcoal
fire
on
the
open
fire
hearth
in
the
corner
of
the
cave
.
The
girl
knelt
by
her
stirring
in
an
iron
pot
.
She
lifted
the
wooden
spoon
out
and
looked
at
Robert
Jordan
as
he
stood
there
in
the
doorway
and
he
saw
,
in
the
glow
from
the
fire
the
woman
was
blowing
with
a
bellows
,
the
girl
’
s
face
,
her
arm
and
the
drops
running
down
from
the
spoon
and
dropping
into
the
iron
pot
.
