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Chapter 1

           Hesatnowbythestreamwatchingtheclearwaterflowingbetweentherocksand,acrossthestream,henoticedtherewasathickbedofwatercress.Hecrossedthestream,pickedadoublehandful,washedthemuddyrootscleaninthecurrentandthensatdownagainbesidehispackandatetheclean,coolgreenleavesandthecrisp,peppery-tastingstalks.Hekneltbythestreamand,pushinghisautomaticpistolaroundonhisbelttothesmallofhisbacksothatitwouldnotbewet,heloweredhimselfwithahandoneachoftwobouldersanddrankfromthestream.Thewaterwasachinglycold.Pushinghimselfuponhishandsheturnedhisheadandsawtheoldmancomingdowntheledge.Withhimwasanotherman,alsoinablackpeasant’ssmockandthedarkgraytrousersthatwerealmostauniforminthatprovince,wearingrope-soledshoesandwithacarbineslungoverhisback.Thismanwasbareheaded.Thetwoofthemcamescramblingdowntherocklikegoats.

           TheycameuptohimandRobertJordangottohisfeet.

           "Salud,Camarada,"hesaidtothemanwiththecarbineandsmiled.

           "Salud,"theothersaid,grudgingly.RobertJordanlookedattheman’sheavy,beard-stubbledface.Itwasalmostroundandhisheadwasroundandsetcloseonhisshoulders.Hiseyesweresmallandsettoowideapartandhisearsweresmallandsetclosetohishead.Hewasaheavymanaboutfivefeetteninchestallandhishandsandfeetwerelarge.Hisnosehadbeenbrokenandhismouthwascutatonecornerandthelineofthescaracrosstheupperlipandlowerjawshowedthroughthegrowthofbeardoverhisface.

           Theoldmannoddedhisheadatthismanandsmiled.

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