And you, he said to himself, I am glad to see you getting a little something back that was badly missing for a time.
But you were pretty bad back there.
I was ashamed enough of you, there for a while.
Only I was you.
There wasn't any me to judge you.
We were all in bad shape.
You and me and both of us.
Come on now.
Quit thinking like a schizophrenic.
One at a time, now.
You're all right again now.
But listen, you must not think of the girl all day ever.
You can do nothing now to protect her except to keep her out of it, and that you are doing.
There are evidently going to be plenty of horses if you can believe the signs.
The best thing you can do for her is to do the job well and fast and get out, and thinking of her will only handicap you in this.
So do not think of her ever.
Having thought this out he waited until Maria came up walking with Pilar and Rafael and the horses.
"Hi, _guapa_," he said to her in the dark, "how are you?"
"I am well, Roberto," she said.
"Don't worry about anything," he said to her and shifting the gun to his left hand he put a hand on her shoulder.
"I do not," she said.
"It is all very well organized," he told her.
"Rafael will be with thee with the horses."
"I would rather be with thee."
"Nay.
The horses is where thou art most useful."
"Good," she said.
"There I will be."
Just then one of the horses whinnied and from the open place below the opening through the rocks a horse answered, the neigh rising into a shrill sharply broken quaver.
Robert Jordan saw the bulk of the new horses ahead in the dark.
He pressed forward and came up to them with Pablo.
The men were standing by their mounts.
"_Salud_," Robert Jordan said.
"_Salud_," they answered in the dark.
He could not see their faces.
"This is the _Ingles_ who comes with us," Pablo said.
"The dynamiter."
No one said anything to that.
Perhaps they nodded in the dark.
"Let us get going, Pablo," one man said.
"Soon we will have the daylight on us."
"Did you bring any more grenades?" another asked.
"Plenty," said Pablo.
"Supply yourselves when we leave the animals."
"Then let us go," another said.
"We've been waiting here half the night."
"_Hola_, Pilar," another said as the woman came up.
"_Que me maten_, if it is not Pepe," Pilar said huskily.
"How are you, shepherd?"
"Good," said the man. "_Dentro de la gravedad_."