ones," Robert Jordan said.
"I do not say that he was a coward because he comported himself very well," Pilar went on. "But he spoke in a very rare and windy way." She raised her voice. "Isn''t it true, Santiago, that the last dynamiter, he of the train, was a little rare"
"_Algo raro_," the deaf man nodded and his eyes went over Robert Jordan''s face in a way that reminded him of the round opening at the end of the wand of a vacuum cleaner. "_Si, algo raro, pero bueno_."
"_Muri骭," Robert Jordan said into the deaf man''s ear. "He is dead."
"How was that" the deaf man asked, dropping his eyes down from Robert Jordan''s eyes to his lips.
"I shot him," Robert Jordan said. "He was too badly wounded to travel and I shot him."
"He was always talking of such a necessity," Pilar said. "It was his obsession."
"Yes," said Robert Jordan. "He was always talking of such a necessity and it was his obsession."
"_Como fu_" the deaf man asked. "Was it a train"
"It was returning from a train," Robert Jordan said. "The train was successful. Returning in the dark we encountered a fascist patrol and as we ran he was shot high in the back but without hitting any bone except the shoulder blade. He travelled quite a long way, but with the wound was unable to travel more. He was unwilling to be left behind and I shot him."
"_Menos mal_," said El Sordo. "Less bad."