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Chapter 27

           Ithadabulletholethroughitandeveryonehadalwaysjokedathimforkeepingit.Buthehadhammeredthejaggededgesofthebulletholesmoothanddrivenawoodenplugintoitandthencuttheplugoffandsmootheditevenwiththemetalinsidethehelmet.

           Whentheshootingstartedhehadclappedthishelmetonhisheadsoharditbangedhisheadasthoughhehadbeenhitwithacasseroleand,inthelastlung-aching,leg-dead,mouth-dry,bullet-spatting,bullet-cracking,bullet-singingrunupthefinalslopeofthehillafterhishorsewaskilled,thehelmethadseemedtoweighagreatamountandtoringhisburstingforeheadwithanironband.Buthehadkeptit.Nowhedugwithitinasteady,almostmachinelikedesperation.Hehadnotyetbeenhit.

           "Itservesforsomethingfinally,"Sordosaidtohiminhisdeep,throatyvoice.

           "Resistiryfortificaresvencer,"Joaquínsaid,hismouthstiffwiththedrynessoffearwhichsurpassedthenormalthirstofbattle.ItwasoneoftheslogansoftheCommunistpartyanditmeant,"Holdoutandfortify,andyouwillwin."

           Sordolookedawayanddowntheslopeatwhereacavalrymanwassnipingfrombehindaboulder.Hewasveryfondofthisboyandhewasinnomoodforslogans.

           "Whatdidyousay?"

           Oneofthementurnedfromthebuildingthathewasdoing.Thismanwaslyingflatonhisface,reachingcarefullyupwithhishandstoputarockinplacewhilekeepinghischinflatagainsttheground.

           Joaquínrepeatedthesloganinhisdried-upboy’svoicewithoutcheckinghisdiggingforamoment.

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