"Good," the _Ingles_ told him.
"You will show me when we get there."
Anselmo was happy now and he was very pleased that he had stayed there at the post of observation.
If he had come in to camp it would have been all right.
It would have been the intelligent and correct thing to have done under the circumstances, Robert Jordan was thinking.
But he stayed as he was told, Robert Jordan thought. That's the rarest thing that can happen in Spain.
To stay in a storm, in a way, corresponds to a lot of things.
It's not for nothing that the Germans call an attack a storm.
I could certainly use a couple more who would stay.
I most certainly could.
I wonder if that Fernando would stay.
It's just possible.
After all, he is the one who suggested coming out just now.
Do you suppose he would stay?
Wouldn't that be good?
He's just about stubborn enough.
I'll have to make some inquiries.
Wonder what the old cigar store Indian is thinking about now.
"What are you thinking about, Fernando?" Robert Jordan asked.
"Why do you ask?"
"Curiosity," Robert Jordan said.
"I am a man of great curiosity."
"I was thinking of supper," Fernando said.
"Do you like to eat?"
"Yes.
Very much."
"How's Pilar's cooking?"
"Average," Fernando answered.
He's a second Coolidge, Robert Jordan thought.
But, you know, I have just a hunch that he would stay.
The three of them plodded up the hill in the snow.
16
"El Sordo was here," Pilar said to Robert Jordan.
They had come in out of the storm to the smoky warmth of the cave and the woman had motioned Robert Jordan over to her with a nod of her head.
"He's gone to look for horses."
"Good.
Did he leave any word for me?"
"Only that he had gone for horses."
"And we?"
"_No se_," she said.
"Look at him."
Robert Jordan had seen Pablo when he came in and Pablo had grinned at him.
Now he looked over at him sitting at the board table and grinned and waved his hand.
"_Ingles_," Pablo called.
"It's still falling, _Ingles_."
Robert Jordan nodded at him.
"Let me take thy shoes and dry them," Maria said.
"I will hang them here in the smoke of the fire."
"Watch out you don't burn them," Robert Jordan told her.
"I don't want to go around here barefoot.