"Where?"
"Ranch," El Sordo said.
"Friends of boss."
"Where do you get the whiskey?"
"What?" he could not hear.
"You have to shout," Pilar said.
"Into the other ear."
El Sordo pointed to his better ear and grinned.
"Where do you get the whiskey?" Robert Jordan shouted.
"Make it," El Sordo said and watched Robert Jordan's hand check on its way to his mouth with the glass.
"No," El Sordo said and patted his shoulder.
"Joke.
Comes from La Granja.
Heard last night comes English dynamiter.
Good.
Very happy.
Get whiskey.
For you.
You like?"
"Very much," said Robert Jordan.
"It's very good whiskey."
"Am contented," Sordo grinned.
"Was bringing tonight with information"
"What information?"
Much troop movement."
Where?
"Segovia.
Planes you saw."
"Yes."
"Bad, eh?"
"Bad."
"Troop movement?"
"Much between Villacastin and Segovia.
On Valladolid road.
Much between Villacastin and San Rafael.
Much.
Much."
"What do you think?"
"We prepare something?"
"Possibly."
"They know.
Prepare too."
"It is possible."
"Why not blow bridge tonight?"
"Orders."
"Whose orders?"
"General Staff."
"So."
"Is the time of the blowing important?" Pilar asked.
"Of all importance."