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Chapter 43

           "Herecomesthesonofabitch,"hesaid.

           "Who?"

           "Pablo."

           RobertJordanlooked,sawPablo,andthenhecommencedfiringatthepartofthecamouflagedturretofthetankwhereheknewtheslitabovethemachinegunwouldbe.Thelittletankwhirredbackwards,scuttlingoutofsightandRobertJordanpickeduptheautomaticrifle,clampedthetripodagainstthebarrelandswungthegunwithitsstillhotmuzzleoverhisshoulder.Themuzzlewassohotitburnedhisshoulderandheshoveditfarbehindhimturningthestockflatinhishand.

           "Bringthesackofpansandmylittlemáquina,"heshouted,"andcomerunning."

           RobertJordanranupthehillthroughthepines.AgustínwasclosebehindhimandbehindhimPablowascoming.

           "Pilar!"Jordanshoutedacrossthehill."Comeon,woman!"

           Thethreeofthemweregoingasfastastheycouldupthesteepslope.TheycouldnotrunanymorebecausethegradewastoosevereandPablo,whohadnoloadbutthelightcavalrysubmachinegun,hadclosedupwiththeothertwo.

           "Andthypeople?"AgustínsaidtoPablooutofhisdrymouth.

           "Alldead,"Pablosaid.Hewasalmostunabletobreathe.Agustínturnedhisheadandlookedathim.

           "Wehaveplentyofhorsesnow,Inglés,"Pablopanted.

           "Good,"RobertJordansaid.Themurderousbastard,hethought."Whatdidyouencounter?"

           "Everything,"Pablosaid.Hewasbreathinginlunges."WhatpassedwithPilar?"

           "ShelostFernandoandthebrother"

           "Eladio,"Agustínsaid.

           "Andthou?"Pabloasked.

           "IlostAnselmo."

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