"She takes good care of her."
"When we picked the girl up at the time of the train she was very strange," Rafael said.
"She would not speak and she cried all the time and if any one touched her she would shiver like a wet dog.
Only lately has she been better.
Lately she has been much better.
Today she was fine.
Just now, talking to you, she was very good.
We would have left her after the train.
Certainly it was not worth being delayed by something so sad and ugly and apparently worthless.
But the old woman tied a rope to her and when the girl thought she could not go further, the old woman beat her with the end of the rope to make her go.
Then when she could not really go further, the old woman carried her over her shoulder.
When the old woman could not carry her, I carried her.
We were going up that hill breast high in the gorse and heather.
And when I could no longer carry her, Pablo carried her.
But what the old woman had to say to us to make us do it!"
He shook his head at the memory.
"It is true that the girl is long in the legs but is not heavy.
The bones are light and she weighs little.
But she weighs enough when we had to carry her and stop to fire and then carry her again with the old woman lashing at Pablo with the rope and carrying his rifle, putting it in his hand when he would drop the girl, making him pick her up again and loading the gun for him while she cursed him; taking the shells from his pouches and shoving them down into the magazine and cursing him.
The dusk was coming well on then and when the night came it was all right.
But it was lucky that they had no cavalry."
"It must have been very hard at the train," Anselmo said.
"I was not there," he explained to Robert Jordan.
"There was the band of Pablo, of El Sordo, whom we will see tonight, and two other bands of these mountains.
I had gone to the other side of the lines."
"In addition to the blond one with the rare name--" the gypsy said.
"Kashkin."
"Yes.
It is a name I can never dominate.
We had two with a machine gun.
They were sent also by the army.
They could not get the gun away and lost it.
Certainly it weighed no more than that girl and if the old woman had been over them they would have gotten it away."
He shook his head remembering, then went on. "Never in my life have I seen such a thing as when the explosion Was produced.
The train was coming steadily.
We saw it far away.
And I had an excitement so great that I cannot tell it.
We saw steam from it and then later came the noise of the whistle.
Then it came chu-chu-chu-chu-chu-chu steadily larger and larger and then, at the moment of the explosion, the front wheels of the engine rose up and all of the earth seemed to rise in a great cloud of blackness and a roar and the engine rose high in the cloud of dirt and of the Wooden ties rising in the air as in a dream and then it fell onto its side like a great wounded animal and there was an explosion of white steam before the clods of the other explosion had ceased to fall on us and the _maquina_ commenced to speak ta-tat-tat-ta!" went the gypsy shaking his two clenched fists up and down in front of him, thumbs up, on an imaginary machine gun.
"Ta!
Ta!
Tat!
Tat! Tat!
Ta!" he exulted.
"Never in my life have I seen such a thing, with the troops running from the train and the _maquina_ speaking into them and the men falling.
It was then that I put my hand on the _maquina_ in my excitement and discovered that the barrel burned and at that moment the old woman slapped me on the side of the face and said,
'Shoot, you fool!
Shoot or I will kick your brains in!'
Then I commenced to shoot but it was very hard to hold my gun steady and the troops were running up the far hill.
Later, after we had been down at the train to see what there was to take, an officer forced some troops back toward us at the point of a pistol.