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come out from under his armpit and run down his flank； said into the telephone； 〃Get me position Segovia； then。 He's left？ Get me position Avila。〃
He kept on with the phone。 It wasn't any good。 He had talked to both brigades。 Golz had been up to inspect the dispositions for the attack and was on his way to an observation post。 He called the observation post and he was not there。
〃Get me planes one；〃 Duval said； suddenly taking all responsibility。 He would take responsibility for holding it up。 It was better to hold it up。 You could not send them to a surprise attack against an enemy that was waiting for it。 You couldn't do it。 It was just murder。 You couldn't。 You mustn't。 No matter what。 They could shoot him if they wanted。 He would call the airfield directly and get the bombardment cancelled。 But suppose it's just a holding attack？ Suppose we were supposed to draw off all that material and those forces？ Suppose that is what it is for？ They never tell you it is a holding attack when you make it。
〃Cancel the call to planes one；〃 he told the signaller。 〃Get me the Sixty…Ninth Brigade observation post。〃
He was still calling there when he heard the first sound of the planes。
It was just then he got through to the observation post。
〃Yes；〃 Golz said quietly。
He was sitting leaning back against the sandbag； his feet against a rock； a cigarette hung from his lower lip and he was looking up and over his shoulder while he was talking。 He was seeing the expanding wedges of threes； silver and thundering in the sky that were coming over the far shoulder of the mountain where the first sun was striking。 He watched them come shining and beautiful in the sun。 He saw the twin circles of light where the sun shone on the propellers as they came。
〃Yes；〃 he said into the telephone； speaking in French because it was Duval on the wire。 〃_Nous sommes foutus。 Oui。 Comme toujours。 Oui。 C'est dommage。 Oui_。 It's a shame it came too late。〃
His eyes； watching the planes coming； were very proud。 He saw the red wing markings now and he watched their steady； stately roaring advance。 This was how it could be。 These were our planes。 They had come； crated on ships； from the Black Sea through the Straits of Marmora； through the Dardanelles； through the Mediterranean and to here； unloaded lovingly at Alicante； assembled ably； tested and found perfect and now flown in lovely hammering precision； the V's tight and pure as they came now high and silver in the morning sun to blast those ridges across there and blow them roaring high so that we can go through。
Golz knew that once they had passed overhead and on； the bombs would fall； looking like porpoises in the air as they tumbled。 And then the ridge tops would spout and roar in jumping clouds and disappear in one great blowing cloud。 Then the tanks would grind clanking up those two slopes and after them would go his two brigades。 And if it had been a surprise they could go on and down and over and through； pausing； cleaning up； dealing with； much to do； much to be done intelligently with the tanks helping； with the tanks wheeling and returning； giving covering fire and others bringing the attackers up then slipping on and over and through and pushing down beyond。 This was how it would be if there was no treason and if all did what they should。
There were the two ridges； and there were the tanks ahead and there were his two good brigades ready to leave the woods and here came the planes now。 Everything he had to do had been done as it should be。
But as he watched the planes； almost up to him now； he felt sick at his stomach for he knew from having heard Jordan's dispatch over the phone that there would be no one on those two ridges。 They'd be withdrawn a little way below in narrow trenches to escape the fragments； or hiding in the timber and when the bombers passed they'd get back up there with their machine guns and their automatic weapons and the anti…tank guns Jordan had said went up the road； and it would be one famous balls up more。 But the planes； now coming deafeningly； were how it could have been and Golz watching them； looking up； said into the telephone； 〃No。 _Rien a faire。 Rien。 Faut pas penser。 Faut accepter_。〃
Golz watched the planes with his hard proud eyes that knew how things could be and how they would be instead and said； proud of how they could be； believing in how they could be； even if they never were； 〃_Bon。 Nous ferons notre petit possible_；〃 and hung up。
But Duval did not hear him。 Sitting at the table holding the receiver； all he heard was the roar of the planes and he thought； now； maybe this time； listen to them come； maybe the bombers will blow them all off； maybe we will get a break…through； maybe he will get the reserves he asked for； maybe this is it； maybe this is the time。 Go on。 Come on。 Go on。 The roar was such that he could not hear what he was thinking。
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Robert Jordan lay behind the trunk of a pine tree on the slope of the hill above the road and the bridge and watched it become daylight。 He loved this hour of the day always and now he watched it； feeling it gray within him； as though he were a part of the slow lightening that comes before the rising of the sun； when solid things darken and space lightens and the lights that have shone in the night go yellow and then fade as the day comes。 The pine trunks below him were hard and clear now； their trunks solid and brown and the road was shiny with a wisp of mist over it。 The dew had wet him and the forest floor was soft and he felt the give of the brown； dropped pine needles under his elbows。 Below he saw； through the light mist that rose from the stream bed； the steel of the bridge； straight and rigid across the gap； with the wooden sentry boxes at each end。 But as he looked the structure of the bridge was still spidery and fine in the mist that hung over the stream。
He saw the sentry now in his box as he stood； his back with the hanging blanket coat topped by the steel casque on his head showing as he leaned forward over the hole…punched petrol tin of the brazier； warming his hands。 Robert Jordan heard the stream； far down in the rocks； and he saw a faint； thin smoke that rose from the sentry box。
He looked at his watch and thought； I wonder if Andr閟 got through to Golz？ If we are going to blow it I would like to breathe very slowly and slow up the time again and feel it。 Do you think he made it？ Andr閟？ And if he did would they call it off？ If they had time to call it off？ _Qu椤a_。 Do not worry。 They will or they won't。 There are no more decisions and in a little while you will know。 Suppose the attack is successful。 Golz said it could be。 That there was a possibility。 With our tanks coming down that road； the people coming through from the right and down and past La Granja and the whole left of the mountains turned。 Why don't you ever think of how it is to win？ You've been on the defensive for so long that you can't think of that。 Sure。 But that was before all that stuff went up this road。 That was before all the planes came。 Don't be so na飗e。 But remember this that as long as we can hold them here we keep the fascists tied up。 They can't attack any other country until they finis