now melted were steaming faintly now in the hot sun.
"You have to stand it," Robert Jordan said. "_Hay que aguantarse_. There are things like this in a war."
"But there is nothing we can do Truly" Primitivo looked at him and Robert Jordan knew he trusted him. "Thou couldst not send me and another with the small machine gun"
"It would be useless," Robert Jordan said.
He thought he saw something that he was looking for but it was a hawk that slid down into the wind and then rose above the line of the farthest pine woods. "It would be useless if we all went," he said.
Just then the firing doubled in intensity and in it was the heavy bumping of the hand grenades.
"Oh, obscenity them," Primitivo said with an absolute devoutness of blasphemy, tears in his eyes and his cheeks twitching. "Oh, God and the Virgin, obscenity them in the milk of their filth."
"Calm thyself," Robert Jordan said. "You will be fighting them soon enough. Here comes the woman."
Pilar was climbing up to them, making heavy going of it in the boulders.
Primitivo kept saying. "Obscenity them. Oh, God and the Virgin, befoul them," each time for firing rolled down the wind, and Robert Jordan climbed down to help Pilar up.
"_Qutal_, woman," he said, taking hold of both her wrists and hoisting as she climbed heavily over the last boulder.
"Thy binoculars," she said and lifted their strap over her head. "So it has come to Sordo"