"It was a rare name."
"Here is the wine."
Anselmo dipped a cup out of the bowl and handed it to Robert Jordan, then dipped for himself and the gypsy.
"Is there no wine for me?" Pablo asked.
They were all sitting together by the cave entrance.
Anselmo handed him his cup and went into the cave for another.
Coming out he leaned over the bowl and dipped the cup full and they all touched cup edges.
The wine was good, tasting faintly resinous from the wineskin, but excellent, light and clean on his tongue.
Robert Jordan drank it slowly, feeling it spread warmly through his tiredness.
"The food comes shortly," Pablo said.
"And this foreigner with the rare name, how did he die?"
"He was captured and he killed himself."
"How did that happen?"
"He was wounded and he did not wish to be a prisoner."
"What were the details?"
"I don't know," he lied. He knew the details very well and he knew they would not make good talking now.
"He made us promise to shoot him in case he were wounded at the business of the train and should be unable to get away," Pablo said.
"He spoke in a very rare manner."
He must have been jumpy even then, Robert Jordan thought.
Poor old Kashkin.
"He had a prejudice against killing himself," Pablo said.
"He told me that.
Also he had a great fear of being tortured."
"Did he tell you that, too?" Robert Jordan asked him.
"Yes," the gypsy said.
"He spoke like that to all of us."
"Were you at the train, too?"
"Yes.
All of us were at the train."
"He spoke in a very rare manner," Pablo said.
"But he was very brave."
Poor old Kashkin, Robert Jordan thought.
He must have been doing more harm than good around here.
I wish I would have known he was that jumpy as far back as then.
They should have Pulled him out.
You can't have people around doing this sort of Work and talking like that.
That is no way to talk.
Even if they accomplish their mission they are doing more harm than good, talking that sort of stuff.
"He was a little strange," Robert Jordan said.
"I think he was a little crazy."
"But very dexterous at producing explosions," the gypsy said.
"And very brave."
"But crazy," Robert Jordan said.
"In this you have to have very much head and be very cold in the head.
That was no way to talk."
"And you," Pablo said.
"If you are wounded in such a thing as this bridge, you would be willing to be left behind?"
"Listen," Robert Jordan said and, leaning forward, he dipped himself another cup of the wine.
"Listen to me clearly.
If ever I should have any little favors to ask of any man, I will ask him at the time."