It is very important.
That you should do it very carefully and keeping out of sight with care."
"I believe I will keep out of sight," the gypsy said.
"Why do you tell me to keep out of sight?
You think I want to be shot?"
"Take things a little seriously," Robert Jordan said.
"This is serious."
"Thou askest me to take things seriously?
After what thou didst last night?
When thou needest to kill a man and instead did what you did?
You were supposed to kill one, not make one!
When we have just seen the sky full of airplanes of a quantity to kill us back to our grandfathers and forward to all unborn grandsons including all cats, goats and bedbugs.
Airplanes making a noise to curdle the milk in your mother's breasts as they pass over darkening the sky and roaring like lions and you ask me to take things seriously.
I take them too seriously already."
"All right," said Robert Jordan and laughed and put his hand on the gypsy's shoulder. "_Don't_ take them too seriously then.
Now finish your breakfast and go."
"And thou?" the gypsy asked.
"What do you do?"
"I go to see El Sordo."
"After those airplanes it is very possible that thou wilt find nobody in the whole mountains," the gypsy said.
"There must have been many people sweating the big drop this morning when those passed."
"Those have other work than hunting guerillas."
"Yes," the gypsy said.
Then shook his head.
"But when they care to undertake that work."
"_Que va_," Robert Jordan said.
"Those are the best of the German light bombers.
They do not send those after gypsies."
"They give me a horror," Rafael said.
"Of such things, yes, I am frightened."
"They go to bomb an airfield," Robert Jordan told him as they went into the cave.
"I am almost sure they go for that."
"What do you say?" the woman of Pablo asked.
She poured him a bowl of coffee and handed him a can of condensed milk.
"There is milk?
What luxury!"
"There is everything," she said.
"And since the planes there is much fear.
Where did you say they went?"
Robert Jordan dripped some of the thick milk into his coffee from the slit cut in the can, wiped the can on the rim of the cup, and stirred the coffee until it was light brown.
"They go to bomb an airfield I believe.
They might go to Escorial and Colmenar. Perhaps a!! three."
"That they should go a long way and keep away from here," Pablo said.
"And why are they here now?" the woman asked.
"What brings them now?
Never have we seen such planes.
Nor in such quantity.
Do they prepare an attack?"
"What movement was there on the road last night?" Robert Jordan asked.
The girl Maria was close to him but he did not look at her.