ublic," Robert Jordan said.
"Nay. I am for Gredos."
"Use thy head."
"Talk to her now," Pablo said. "There is little time. I am sorry thou hast this, _Ingl閟_."
"Since I have it--" Robert Jordan said. "Let us not speak of it. But use thy head. Thou hast much head. Use it."
"Why would I not" said Pablo. "Talk now fast, _Ingl閟_. There is no time."
Pablo went over to the nearest tree and watched down the slope, across the slope and up the road across the gorge. Pablo was looking at the gray horse on the slope with true regret on his face and Pilar and Maria were with Robert Jordan where he sat against the tree trunk.
"Slit the trouser, will thee" he said to Pilar. Maria crouched by him and did not speak. The sun was on her hair and her face was twisted as a child''s contorts before it cries. But she was not crying.
Pilar took her knife and slit his trouser leg down below the lefthand pocket. Robert Jordan spread the cloth with his hands and looked at the stretch of his thigh. Ten inches below the hip joint there was a pointed, purple swelling like a sharp-peaked little tent and as he touched it with his fingers he could feel the snapped-off thigh bone tight against the skin. His leg was lying at an odd angle. He looked up at Pilar. Her face had the same expression as Maria''s.
"_Anda_," he said to her. "Go."
She went away with her head down without saying anything nor looking back and Robert Jordan could see her shoulders shaking.