ed with his thumb to Pilar.
"We will go to Madrid another time, rabbit," he said. "Truly. Now stand up and go and we both go. Stand up. See"
"No," she said and held him tight around the neck.
He spoke now still calmly and reasonably but with great authority.
"Stand up," he said. "Thou art me too now. Thou art all there will be of me. Stand up."
She stood up slowly, crying, and with her head down. Then she dropped quickly beside him and then stood up again, slowly and tiredly, as he said, "Stand up, guapa."
Pilar was holding her by the arm and she was standing there.
"_Vamonos_," Pilar said. "Dost lack anything, _Ingl閟_" She looked at him and shook her head.
"No," he said and went on talking to Maria.
"There is no good-by, _guapa_, because we are not apart. That it should be good in the Gredos. Go now. Go good. Nay," he spoke now still calmly and reasonably as Pilar walked the girl along. "Do not turn around. Put thy foot in. Yes. Thy foot in. Help her up," he said to Pilar. "Get her in the saddle. Swing up now."
He turned his head, sweating, and looked down the slope, then back toward where the girl was in the saddle with Pilar by her and Pablo just behind. "Now go," he said. "Go."
She started to look around. "Don''t look around," Robert Jordan said. "Go." And Pablo hit the horse across the crupper with a hobbling strap and it looked as though Maria tried to slip from the saddle but Pilar and Pablo were riding close up against her and Pilar was holding her and the three horses were going up the draw.