Anywhere on the radiator.
Thou art a champion.
Look.
Don't let anything come past that point there.
See?"
"Watch me break the windshield in the truck," the gypsy said happily.
"Nay.
The truck is already sick," Robert Jordan said.
"Hold thy fire until anything comes down the road.
Start firing when it is opposite the culvert.
Try to hit the driver.
That you all should fire, then," he spoke to Pilar who had come farther down the slope with Primitivo.
"You are wonderfully placed here.
See how that steepness guards thy flank?"
"That you should get about thy business with Agustin," Pilar said.
"Desist from thy lecture.
I have seen terrain in my time."
"Put Primitivo farther up there," Robert Jordan said.
"There.
See, man?
This side of where the bank steepens."
"Leave me," said Pilar.
"Get along, _Ingles_.
Thou and thy perfection.
Here there is no problem."
Just then they heard the planes.
Maria had been with the horses for a long time, but they were no comfort to her.
Nor was she any to them.
From where she was in the forest she could not see the road nor could she see the bridge and when the firing started she put her arm around the neck of the big white-faced bay stallion that she had gentled and brought gifts to many times when the horses had been in the corral in the trees below the camp.
But her nervousness made the big stallion nervous, too, and he jerked his head, his nostrils widening at the firing and the noise of the bombs.
Maria could not keep still and she walked around patting and gentling the horses and making them all more nervous and agitated.
She tried to think of the firing not as just a terrible thing that was happening, but to realize that it was Pablo below with the new men, and Pilar with the others above, and that she must not worry nor get into a panic but must have confidence in Roberto.
But she could not do this and all the firing above and below the bridge and the distant sound of the battle that rolled down from the pass like the noise of a far-off storm with a dried, rolling rattle in it and the irregular beat of the bombs was simply a horrible thing that almost kept her from breathing.
Then later she heard Pilar's big voice from away below on the hillside shouting up some obscenity to her that she could not understand and she thought, Oh, God no, no.
Don't talk like that with him in peril.
Don't offend any one and make useless risks.
Don't give any provocation.
Then she commenced to pray for Roberto quickly and automatically as she had done at school, saying the prayers as fast as she could and counting them on the fingers of her left hand, praying by tens of each of the two prayers she was repeating.
Then the bridge blew and one horse snapped his halter when he rose and jerked his head at the cracking roar and he went off through the trees.
Maria caught him finally and brought him back, shivering, trembling, his chest dark with sweat, the saddle down, and coming back through the trees she heard shooting below and she thought I cannot stand this longer.
I cannot live not knowing any longer.
I cannot breathe and my mouth is so dry.
And I am afraid and I am no good and I frighten the horses and only caught this horse by hazard because he knocked the saddle down against a tree and caught himself kicking into the stirrups and now as I get the saddle up, Oh, God, I do not know.
I cannot bear it.
Oh please have him be all right for all my heart and all of me is at the bridge. The Republic is one thing and we must win is another thing.
But, Oh, Sweet Blessed Virgin, bring him back to me from the bridge and I will do anything thou sayest ever.
Because I am not here.
There isn't any me.
I am only with him.
Take care of him for me and that will be me and then I will do the things for thee and he will not mind.