I'd like to have a dollar for every time I've slept in that thing in the snow.
"Then I should sleep in here?" he asked politely.
"Yes."
"Thanks," Robert Jordan said.
"I'll be sleeping outside."
"In the snow?"
"Yes" (damn your bloody, red pig-eyes and your swine-bristly swines-end of a face). "In the snow." (In the utterly damned, ruinous, unexpected, slutting, defeat-conniving, bastard-cessery of the snow.)
He went over to where Maria had just put another piece of pine on the fire.
"Very beautiful, the snow," he said to the girl. "But it is bad for the work, isn't it?" she asked him.
"Aren't you worried?"
"_Que va_," he said.
"Worrying is no good.
When will supper be ready?"
"I thought you would have an appetite," Pilar said.
"Do you want a cut of cheese now?"
"Thanks," he said and she cut him a slice, reaching up to unhook the big cheese that hung in a net from the ceiling, drawing a knife across the open end and handing him the heavy slice.
He stood, eating it.
It was just a little too goaty to be enjoyable.
"Maria," Pablo said from the table where he was sitting.
"What?" the girl asked.
"Wipe the table clean, Maria," Pablo said and grinned at Robert Jordan.
"Wipe thine own spillings," Pilar said to him.
"Wipe first thy chin and thy shirt and then the table."
"Maria," Pablo called.
"Pay no heed to him.
He is drunk," Pilar said.
"Maria," Pablo called.
"It is still snowing and the snow is beautiful."
He doesn't know about that robe, Robert Jordan thought.
Good old pig-eyes doesn't know why I paid the Woods boys sixty-five dollars for that robe.
I wish the gypsy would come in though.
As soon as the gypsy comes I'll go after the old man.
I should go now but it is very possible that I would miss them.
I don't know where he is posted.
"Want to make snowballs?" he said to Pablo.
"Want to have a snowball fight?"
"What?" Pablo asked.
"What do you propose?"
"Nothing," Robert Jordan said.
"Got your saddles covered up good?"
"Yes."
Then in English Robert Jordan said,
"Going to grain those horses or peg them out and let them dig for it?"
"What?"
"Nothing.
It's your problem, old pal.
I'm going out of here on my feet."
"Why do you speak in English?" Pablo asked.
"I don't know," Robert Jordan said.
"When I get very tired sometimes I speak English.