"But you must understand," Pilar explained.
"It is now too late to be saved by wiliness and he has lost the other."
"I understand," said Agustin.
"I know we must go.
And since we must win to survive ultimately, it is necessary that the bridges must be blown.
But Pablo, for the coward that he now is, is very smart."
"I, too, am smart."
"No, Pilar," Agustin said.
"You are not smart.
You are brave.
You are loyal.
You have decision.
You have intuition.
Much decision and much heart.
But you are not smart."
"You believe that?" the woman asked thoughtfully.
"Yes, Pilar."
"The boy is smart," the woman said.
"Smart and cold.
Very cold in the head."
"Yes," Agustin said.
"He must know his business or they would not have him doing this.
But I do not know that he is smart.
Pablo I _know_ is smart."
"But rendered useless by his fear and his disinclination to action."
"But still smart."
"And what do you say?"
"Nothing.
I try to consider it intelligently.
In this moment we need to act with intelligence.
After the bridge we must leave at once.
All must be prepared.
We must know for where we are leaving and how."
"Naturally."
"For this--Pablo.
It must be done smartly."
"I have no confidence in Pablo."
"In this, yes."
"No.
You do not know how far he is ruined."
"_Pero es muy vivo_.
He is very smart.
And if we do not do this smartly we are obscenitied."
"I will think about it," Pilar said.
"I have the day to think about it."
"For the bridges; the boy," Agustin said.
"This he must know.
Look at the fine manner in which the other organized the train."
"Yes," Pilar said.
"It was really he who planned all."