But not for Sordo.
I'm afraid it's too late to even it up for Sordo.
If we can last through today and not have to fight we can swing the whole show tomorrow with what we have.
I know we can.
Not well, maybe.
Not as it should be, to be foolproof, not as we would have done; but using everybody we can swing it. _If we don't have to fight today_.
God help us if we have to fight today.
I don't know any place better to lay up in the meantime than this.
If we move now we only leave tracks.
This is as good a place as any and if the worst gets to be the worst there are three ways out of this place.
There is the dark then to come and from wherever we are in these hills, I can reach and do the bridge at daylight.
I don't know why I worried about it before.
It seems easy enough now.
I hope they get the planes up on time for once.
I certainly hope that.
Tomorrow is going to be a day with dust on the road.
Well, today will be very interesting or very dull.
Thank God we've got that cavalry mount out and away from here.
I don't think even if they ride right up here they will go in the way those tracks are now.
They'll think he stopped and circled and they'll pick up Pablo's tracks.
I wonder where the old swine will go.
He'll probably leave tracks like an old bull elk spooking out of the country and work way up and then when the snow melts circle back below.
That horse certainly did things for him.
Of course he may have just mucked off with him too.
Well, he should be able to take care of himself.
He's been doing this a long time.
I wouldn't trust him farther than you can throw Mount Everest, though.
I suppose it's smarter to use these rocks and build a good blind for this gun than to make a proper emplacement for it. You'd be digging and get caught with your pants down if they come or if the planes come.
She will hold this, the way she is, as long as it is any use to hold it, and anyway I can't stay to fight.
I have to get out of here with that stuff and I'm going to take Anselmo with me.
Who would stay to cover us while we got away if we have to fight here?
Just then, while he was watching all of the country that was visible, he saw the gypsy coming through the rocks to the left.
He was walking with a loose, high-hipped, sloppy swing, his carbine was slung on his back, his brown face was grinning and he carried two big hares, one in each hand.
He carried them by the legs, heads swinging.
"_Hola_, Roberto," he called cheerfully.
Robert Jordan put his hand to his mouth, and the gypsy looked startled.
He slid over behind the rocks to where Robert Jordan was crouched beside the brush-shielded automatic rifle.
He crouched down and laid the hares in the snow.
Robert Jordan looked up at him.
"You _hijo de la gran puta!_" he said softly.
"Where the obscenity have you been?"
"I tracked them," the gypsy said.
"I got them both.
They had made love in the snow."
"And thy post?"
"It was not for long," the gypsy whispered.
"What passes?
Is there an alarm?"
"There is cavalry out."
"_Redios!_" the gypsy said.