Pilar held a leather bag of grenades toward Robert Jordan and he took three and put them in his pocket.
He ducked into the cave, found his two packs, opened the one with the submachine gun in it and took out the barrel and stock, slipped the stock onto the forward assembly and put one clip into the gun and three in his pockets. He locked the pack and started for the door.
I've got two pockets full of hardware, he thought.
I hope the seams hold.
He came out of the cave and said to Pablo,
"I'm going up above.
Can Agustin shoot that gun?"
"Yes," Pablo said.
He was watching Primitivo leading up the horse.
"_Mira que caballo_," he said.
"Look, what a horse."
The big gray was sweating and shivering a little and Robert Jordan patted him on the withers.
"I will put him with the others," Pablo said.
"No," Robert Jordan said.
"He has made tracks into here.
He must make them out."
"True," agreed Pablo.
"I will ride him out and will hide him and bring him in when the snow is melted.
Thou hast much head today, _Ingles_."
"Send some one below," Robert Jordan said.
"We've got to get up there."
"It is not necessary," Pablo said.
"Horsemen cannot come that way.
But we can get out, by there and by two other places.
It is better not to make tracks if there are planes coming.
Give me the _bota_ with wine, Pilar."
"To go off and get drunk," Pilar said.
"Here, take these instead."
He reached over and put two of the grenades in his pockets.
"_Que va_, to get drunk," Pablo said.
"There is gravity in the situation.
But give me the _bota_.
I do not like to do all this on water."
He reached his arms up, took the reins and swung up into the saddle.
He grinned and patted the nervous horse.
Robert Jordan saw him rub his leg along the horse's flank affectionately.
"_Que caballo mas bonito_," he said and patted the big gray again. "_Que caballo mas hermoso_.
Come on.
The faster this gets out of here the better."
He reached down and pulled the light automatic rifle with its ventilated barrel, really a submachine gun built to take the 9 mm. pistol cartridge, from the scabbard, and looked at it.
"Look how they are armed," he said.
"Look at modern cavalry."
"There's modern cavalry over there on his face," Robert Jordan said. "_Vamonos_."
"Do you, Andres, saddle and hold the horses in readiness.
If you hear firing bring them up to the woods behind the gap.
Come with thy arms and leave the women to hold the horses.
Fernando, see that my sacks are brought also.
Above all, that my sacks are brought carefully.
Thou to look after my sacks, too," he said to Pilar.
"Thou to verify that they come with the horses. _Vamonos_," he said.