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Chapter 29

           Iwatchedthemgodowntheroad,theirshawlsclosearoundthem,lookingbackapprehensivelyatus.Thethreedriverswerelaughing.

           "Howmuchwillyougivemetogointhatdirection,Tenente?"Bonelloasked.

           "They’rebetteroffinabunchofpeoplethanaloneiftheycatchthem,"Isaid.

           "GivemetwohundredlireandI’llwalkstraightbacktowardAustria,"Bonellosaid.

           "They’dtakeitawayfromyou,"Pianisaid.

           "Maybethewarwillbeover,"Aymosaid.Weweregoinguptheroadasfastaswecould.Thesunwastryingtocomethrough.Besidetheroadweremulberrytrees.ThroughthetreesIcouldseeourtwobigmoving-vansofcarsstuckinthefield.Pianilookedbacktoo.

           "They’llhavetobuildaroadtogetthemout,"hesaid.

           "IwishtoChristwehadbicycles,"Bonellosaid.

           "DotheyridebicyclesinAmerica?"Aymoasked.

           "Theyusedto."

           "Hereitisagreatthing,"Aymosaid."Abicycleisasplendidthing."

           "IwishtoChristwehadbicycles,"Bonellosaid."I’mnowalker."

           "Isthatfiring?"Iasked.IthoughtIcouldhearfiringalongwayaway.

           "Idon’tknow,"Aymosaid.Helistened.

           "Ithinkso,"Isaid.

           "Thefirstthingwewillseewillbethecavalry,"Pianisaid.

           "Idon’tthinkthey’vegotanycavalry."

           "IhopetoChristnot,"Bonellosaid."Idon’twanttobestuckonalancebyanycavalry."

           "Youcertainlyshotthatsergeant,Tenente,"Pianisaid.Wewerewalkingfast.

           "Ikilledhim,"Bonellosaid

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