Nor will it be against the Republic.
Oh, please forgive me for I am very confused.
I am too confused now.
But if thou takest care of him I will do whatever is right.
I will do what he says and what you say.
With the two of me I will do it.
But this now not knowing I cannot endure.
Then, the horse tied again, she with the saddle up now, the blanket smoothed, hauling tight on the cinch she heard the big, deep voice from the timber below,
"Maria!
Maria!
Thy _Ingles_ is all right.
Hear me?
All right. _Sin Novedad!_"
Maria held the saddle with both hands and pressed her cropped head hard against it and cried.
She heard the deep voice shouting again and she turned from the saddle and shouted, choking,
"Yes!
Thank you!"
Then, choking again, "Thank you!
Thank you very much!"
When they heard the planes they all looked up and the planes were coming from Segovia very high in the sky, silvery in the high sky, their drumming rising over all the other sounds.
"Those!" Pilar said.
"There has only lacked those!"
Robert Jordan put his arm on her shoulders as he watched them.
"Nay, woman," he said.
"Those do not come for us.
Those have no time for us.
Calm thyself."
"I hate them."
"Me too.
But now I must go to Agustin."
He circled the hillside through the pines and all the time there was the throbbing, drumming of the planes and across the shattered bridge on the road below, around the bend of the road there was the intermittent hammering fire of a heavy machine gun.
Robert Jordan dropped down to where Agustin lay in the clump of scrub pines behind the automatic rifle and more planes were coming all the time.
"What passes below?" Agustin said.
"What is Pablo doing?
Doesn't he know the bridge is gone?"
"Maybe he can't leave."
"Then let us leave.
The hell with him."
"He will come now if he is able," Robert Jordan said.
"We should see him now."
"I have not heard him," Agustin said.
"Not for five minutes.
No.
There!
Listen!
There he is.
That's him."
There was a burst of the spot-spot-spotting fire of the cavalry submachine gun, then another, then another.
"That's the bastard," Robert Jordan said.
He watched still more planes coming over in the high cloudless blue sky and he watched Agustin's face as he looked up at them.