It would be better to get out.
And we have horses."
"We have to do this bridge."
"Where is it?"
"Quite close."
"All the better," the _mujer_ of Pablo said.
"Let us blow all the bridges there are here and get out.
I am sick of this place.
Here is too much concentration of people.
No good can come of it.
Here is a stagnation that is repugnant."
She sighted Pablo through the trees.
"_Borracho!_" she called to him.
"Drunkard.
Rotten drunkard!"
She turned back to Robert Jordan cheerfully.
"He's taken a leather wine bottle to drink alone in the woods," she said.
"He's drinking all the time.
This life is ruining him.
Young man, I am very content that you have come."
She clapped him on the back.
"Ah," she said.
"You're bigger than you look," and ran her hand over his shoulder, feeling the muscle under the flannel shirt.
"Good.
I am very content that you have come."
"And I equally."
"We will understand each other," she said.
"Have a cup of wine."
"We have already had some," Robert Jordan said.
"But, will you?"
"Not until dinner," she said.
"It gives me heartburn."
Then she sighted Pablo again. "_Borracho!_" she shouted.
"Drunkard!"
She turned to Robert Jordan and shook her head.
"He was a very good man," she told him.
"But now he is terminated.
And listen to me about another thing.
Be very good and careful about the girl.
The Maria.
She has had a bad time.
Understandest thou?"
"Yes.
Why do you say this?"
"I saw how she was from seeing thee when she came into the cave.
I saw her watching thee before she came out."
"I joked with her a little."
"She was in a very bad state," the woman of Pablo said.
"Now she is better, she ought to get out of here."
"Clearly, she can be sent through the lines with Anselmo."