Understandest thou?"
"Why not?
It is as thou saidst last night."
"Hast any questions?"
"Nay.
I have two sacks.
I can load them from above where it will not be seen and bring them here."
"But do no digging here.
Thou must be as well hid as we were at the top."
"Nay.
I will bring the dirt in them in the dark.
You will see.
They will not show as I will fix them."
"Thou are very close. _Sabes?_ In the daylight this clump shows clearly from below."
"Do not worry, _Ingles_.
Where goest thou?"
"I go close below with the small _maquina_ of mine.
The old man will cross the gorge now to be ready for the box of the other end.
It faces in that direction."
"Then nothing more," said Agustin. "_Salud, Ingles_.
Hast thou tobacco?"
"Thou canst not smoke.
It is too close."
"Nay.
Just to hold in the mouth.
To smoke later."
Robert Jordan gave him his cigarette case and Agustin took three cigarettes and put them inside the front flap of his herdsman's flat cap.
He spread the legs of his tripod with the gun muzzle in the low pines and commenced unpacking his load by touch and laying the things where he wanted them.
"_Nada mas_," he said.
"Well, nothing more."
Anselmo and Robert Jordan left him there and went back to where the packs were.
"Where had we best leave them?" Robert Jordan whispered.
"I think here.
But canst thou be sure of the sentry with thy small _maquina_ from here?"
"Is this exactly where we were on that day?"
"The same tree," Anselmo said so low Jordan could barely hear him and he knew he was speaking without moving his lips as he had spoken that first day.
"I marked it with my knife."
Robert Jordan had the feeling again of it all having happened before, but this time it came from his own repetition of a query and Anselmo's answer.
It had been the same with Agustin, who had asked a question about the sentries although he knew the answer.
"It is close enough.
Even too close," he whispered.
"But the light is behind us.
We are all right here."
"Then I will go now to cross the gorge and be in position at the other end," Anselmo said.
Then he said, "Pardon me, _Ingles_.
So that there is no mistake.
In case I am stupid."
"What?" he breathed very softly.
"Only to repeat it so that I will do it exactly."
"When I fire, thou wilt fire.