Chapter 9

           Theystoodinthemouthofthecaveandwatchedthem.Thebomberswerehighnowinfast,uglyarrow-headsbeatingtheskyapartwiththenoiseoftheirmotors.Theyareshapedlikesharks,RobertJordanthought,thewide-finned,sharp-nosedsharksoftheGulfStream.Butthese,wide-finnedinsilver,roaring,thelightmistoftheirpropellersinthesun,thesedonotmovelikesharks.Theymovelikenothingtherehaseverbeen.Theymovelikemechanizeddoom.

           Yououghttowrite,hetoldhimself.Maybeyouwillagainsometime.HefeltMariaholdingtohisarm.Shewaslookingupandhesaidtoher,"Whatdotheylookliketoyou,guapa?"

           "Idon’tknow,"shesaid."Death,Ithink."

           "Theylooklikeplanestome,"thewomanofPablosaid."Wherearethelittleones?"

           "Theymaybecrossingatanotherpart,"RobertJordansaid."Thosebombersaretoofasttohavetowaitforthemandhavecomebackalone.Weneverfollowthemacrossthelinestofight.Therearen’tenoughplanestoriskit."

           JustthenthreeHeinkelfightersinVformationcamelowovertheclearingcomingtowardthem,justoverthetreetops,likeclattering,wing-tilting,pinch-noseduglytoys,toenlargesuddenly,fearfullytotheiractualsize;pouringpastinawhiningroar.Theyweresolowthatfromthecavemouthallofthemcouldseethepilots,helmeted,goggled,ascarfblowingbackfrombehindthepatrolleader’shead.

           "Thosecanseethehorses,"Pablosaid.

           "Thosecanseethycigarettebutts,"thewomansaid."Letfalltheblanket."

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