Go now.
Go good.
Nay," he spoke now still calmly and reasonably as Pilar walked the girl along.
"Do not turn around.
Put thy foot in.
Yes.
Thy foot in.
Help her up," he said to Pilar.
"Get her in the saddle.
Swing up now."
He turned his head, sweating, and looked down the slope, then back toward where the girl was in the saddle with Pilar by her and Pablo just behind.
"Now go," he said.
"Go."
She started to look around.
"Don't look around," Robert Jordan said.
"Go."
And Pablo hit the horse across the crupper with a hobbling strap and it looked as though Maria tried to slip from the saddle but Pilar and Pablo were riding close up against her and Pilar was holding her and the three horses were going up the draw.
"Roberto," Maria turned and shouted.
"Let me stay!
Let me stay!"
"I am with thee," Robert Jordan shouted.
"I am with thee now.
We are both there.
Go!"
Then they were out of sight around the corner of the draw and he was soaking wet with sweat and looking at nothing.
Agustin was standing by him.
"Do you want me to shoot thee, _Ingles?_" he asked, leaning down close. "_Quieres?_ It is nothing."
"_No hace falta_," Robert Jordan said.
"Get along.
I am very well here."
"_Me cago en la leche que me han dado!_" Agustin said.
He was crying so he could not see Robert Jordan clearly. "_Salud, Ingles_."
"_Salud_, old one," Robert Jordan said.
He was looking down the slope now.
"Look well after the cropped head, wilt thou?"
"There is no problem," Agustin said.
"Thou has what thou needest?"
"There are very few shells for this _maquina_, so I will keep it," Robert Jordan said.
"Thou canst now get more.
For that other and the one of Pablo, yes."
"I cleaned out the barrel," Agustin said.
"Where thou plugged it in the dirt with the fall."
"What became of the pack-horse?"
"The gypsy caught it."
Agustin was on the horse now but he did not want to go.
He leaned far over toward the tree where Robert Jordan lay.
"Go on, _viejo_," Robert Jordan said to him.
"In war there are many things like this."
"_Que puta es Ia guerra_," Agustin said.
"War is a bitchery."