It has taken three months to grow to this.
I was on the train.
They were taking me to the south.
Many of the prisoners were caught after the train was blown up but I was not.
I came With these."
"I found her hidden in the rocks," the gypsy said.
"It was when we were leaving.
Man, but this one was ugly.
We took her along but many times I thought we would have to leave her."
"And the other one who was with them at the train?" asked Maria.
"The other blond one.
The foreigner.
Where is he?"
"Dead," Robert Jordan said.
"In April."
"In April?
The train was in April."
"Yes," Robert Jordan said.
"He died ten days after the train."
"Poor man," she said.
"He was very brave.
And you do that same business?"
"Yes."
"You have done trains, too?"
"Yes.
Three trains."
"Here?"
"In Estremadura," he said.
"I was in Estremadura before I came here.
We do very much in Estremadura.
There are many of us working in Estremadura."
"And why do you come to these mountains now?"
"I take the place of the other blond one.
Also I know this country from before the movement."
"You know it well?"
"No, not really well. But I learn fast.
I have a good map and I have a good guide."
"The old man," she nodded.
"The old man is very good."
"Thank you," Anselmo said to her and Robert Jordan realized suddenly that he and the girl were not alone and he realized too that it was hard for him to look at her because it made his voice change so.
He was violating the second rule of the two rules for getting on well with people that speak Spanish; give the men tobacco and leave the women alone; and he realized, very suddenly, that he did not care.
There were so many things that he had not to care about, why should he care about that?
"You have a very beautiful face," he said to Maria.
"I wish I would have had the luck to see you before your hair was cut."
"It will grow out," she said.
"In six months it will be long enough."
"You should have seen her when we brought her from the train.
She was so ugly it would make you sick."
"Whose woman are you?" Robert Jordan asked, trying not to pull out of it.
"Are you Pablo's?"