"What do you do with the watch?" the woman asked.
"I listen where they have gone."
"Oh," she said.
At ten minutes he stopped looking at the watch knowing it would be too far away to hear, now, even allowing a minute for the sound to travel, and said to Anselmo,
"I would speak to thee."
Anselmo came out of the cave mouth and they walked a little way from the entrance and stood beside a pine tree.
"_Que tal?_" Robert Jordan asked him.
"How goes it?"
"All right."
"Hast thou eaten?"
"No.
No one has eaten."
"Eat then and take something to eat at mid-day.
I want you to go to watch the road.
Make a note of everything that passes both up and down the road."
"I do not write."
"There is no need to," Robert Jordan took out two leaves from his notebook and with his knife cut an inch from the end of his pencil.
"Take this and make a mark for tanks thus," he drew a slanted tank, "and then a mark for each one and when there are four, cross the four strokes for the fifth."
"In this way we count also."
"Good.
Make another mark, two wheels and a box, for trucks.
If they are empty make a circle.
If they are full of troops make a straight mark.
Mark for guns.
Big ones, thus.
Small ones, thus.
Mark for cars. Mark for ambulances.
Thus, two wheels and a box with a cross on it.
Mark for troops on foot by companies, like this, see?
A little square and then mark beside it.
Mark for cavalry, like this, you see?
Like a horse.
A box with four legs.
That is a troop of twenty horse.
You understand?
Each troop a mark."
"Yes.
It is ingenious."
"Now," he drew two large wheels with circles around them and a short line for a gun barrel.
"These are anti-tanks.
They have rubber tires.
Mark for them.
These are anti-aircraft," two wheels with the gun barrel slanted up.
"Mark for them also.
Do you understand?
Have you seen such guns?"
"Yes," Anselmo said.
"Of course.
It is clear."
"Take the gypsy with you that he will know from what point you will be watching so you may be relieved.