Chapter 39

           Inthedarktheycameupthehillthroughthetimbertothenarrowpassatthetop.Theywereallloadedheavilyandtheyclimbedslowly.Thehorseshadloadstoo,packedoverthesaddles.

           "Wecancutthemlooseifitisnecessary,"Pilarhadsaid."Butwiththat,ifwecankeepit,wecanmakeanothercamp."

           "Andtherestoftheammunition?"RobertJordanhadaskedastheylashedthepacks.

           "Inthosesaddlebags."

           RobertJordanfelttheweightofhisheavypack,thedraggingonhisneckfromthepullofhisjacketwithitspocketsfullofgrenades,theweightofhispistolagainsthisthigh,andthebulgingofhistrouserpocketswheretheclipsforthesubmachinegunwere.Inhismouthwasthetasteofthecoffee,inhisrighthandhecarriedthesubmachinegunandwithhislefthandhereachedandpulledupthecollarofhisjackettoeasethepullofthepackstraps.

           "Inglés,"Pablosaidtohim,walkingclosebesidehiminthedark.

           "What,man?"

           "TheseIhavebroughtthinkthisistobesuccessfulbecauseIhavebroughtthem,"Pablosaid."Donotsayanythingtodisillusionthem."

           "Good,"RobertJordansaid."Butletusmakeitsuccessful."

           "Theyhavefivehorses,sabes?"Pablosaidcautiously.

           "Good,"saidRobertJordan."Wewillkeepallthehorsestogether."

           "Good,"saidPablo,andnothingmore.

           Ididn’tthinkyouhadexperiencedanycompleteconversionontheroadtoTarsus,oldPablo,RobertJordanthought.No.Yourcomingbackwasmiracleenough.

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