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eyond。 Look Here Like this〃
〃I would rather not know；〃 Robert Jordan said。
〃Good；〃 said Golz。 〃It is less of baggage to carry with you on the other side； yes？〃
〃I would always rather not know。 Then； no matter what can happen； it was not me that talked。〃
〃It is better not to know；〃 Golz stroked his forehead with the pencil。 〃Many times I wish I did not know myself。 But you do know the one thing you must know about the bridge？〃
〃Yes。 I know that。〃
〃I believe you do；〃 Golz said。 〃I will not make you any little speech。 Let us now have a drink。 So much talking makes me very thirsty； Comrade Hordan。 You have a funny name in Spanish； Comrade Hordown。〃
〃How do you say Golz in Spanish； Comrade General？〃
〃Hotze；〃 said Golz grinning； making the sound deep in his throat as though hawking with a bad cold。 〃Hotze；〃 he croaked。 〃Comrade Heneral Khotze。 If I had known how they pronounced Golz in Spanish I would pick me out a better name before I come to war here。 When I think I come to command a division and I can pick out any name I want and I pick out Hotze。 Heneral Hotze。 Now it is too late to change。 How do you like _partizan_ work？〃 It was the Russian term for guerilla work behind the lines。
〃Very much；〃 Robert Jordan said。 He grinned。 〃It is very healthy in the open air。〃
〃I like it very much when I was your age； too；〃 Golz said。 〃They tell me you blow bridges very well。 Very scientific。 It is only hearsay。 I have never seen you do anything myself。 Maybe nothing ever happens really。 You really blow them？〃 he was teasing now。 〃Drink this；〃 he handed the glass of Spanish brandy to Robert Jordan。 〃You _really_ blow them？〃
〃Sometimes。〃
〃You better not have any sometimes on this bridge。 No； let us not talk any more about this bridge。 You understand enough now about that bridge。 We are very serious so we can make very strong jokes。 Look； do you have many girls on the other side of the lines？〃
〃No； there is no time for girls。〃
〃I do not agree。 The more irregular the service； the more irregular the life。 You have very irregular service。 Also you need a haircut。〃
〃I have my hair cut as it needs it；〃 Robert Jordan said。 He would be damned if he would have his head shaved like Golz。 〃I have enough to think about without girls；〃 he said sullenly。
〃What sort of uniform am I supposed to wear？〃 Robert Jordan asked。
〃None；〃 Golz said。 〃Your haircut is all right。 I tease you。 You are very different from me；〃 Golz had said and filled up the glasses again。
〃You never think about only girls。 I never think at all。 Why should I？ I am _G閚閞al Sovietique_。 I never think。 Do not try to trap me into thinking。〃
Some one on his staff； sitting on a chair working over a map on a drawing board； growled at him in the language Robert Jordan did not understand。
〃Shut up；〃 Golz had said； in English。 〃I joke if I want。 I am so serious is why I can joke。 Now drink this and then go。 You understand； huh？〃
〃Yes；〃 Robert Jordan had said。 〃I understand。〃
They had shaken hands and he had saluted and gone out to the staff car where the old man was waiting asleep and in that car they had ridden over the road past Guadarrama； the old man still asleep； and up the Navacerrada road to the Alpine Club hut where he； Robert Jordan； slept for three hours before they started。
That was the last he had seen of Golz with his strange white face that never tanned； his hawk eyes； the big nose and thin lips and the shaven head crossed with wrinkles and with scars。 Tomorrow night they would be outside the Escorial in the dark along the road； the long lines of trucks loading the infantry in the darkness； the men； heavy loaded； climbing up into the trucks； the machine…gun sections lifting their guns into the trucks； the tanks being run up on the skids onto the long…bodied tank trucks； pulling the Division out to move them in the night for the attack on the pass。 He would not think about that。 That was not his business。 That was Golz's business。 He had only one thing to do and that was what he should think about and he must think it out clearly and take everything as it came along； and not worry。 To worry was as bad as to be afraid。 It simply made things more difficult。
He sat now by the stream watching the clear water flowing between the rocks and； across the stream； he noticed there was a thick bed of watercress。 He crossed the stream； picked a double handful； washed the muddy roots clean in the current and then sat down again beside his pack and ate the clean； cool green leaves and the crisp； peppery…tasting stalks。 He knelt by the stream and； pushing his automatic pistol around on his belt to the small of his back so that it would not be wet； he lowered himself with a hand on each of two boulders and drank from the stream。 The water was achingly cold。
Pushing himself up on his hands he turned his head and saw the old man coming down the ledge。 With him was another man； also in a black peasant's smock and the dark gray trousers that were almost a uniform in that province； wearing rope…soled shoes and with a carbine slung over his back。 This man was bareheaded。 The two of them came scrambling down the rock like goats。
They came up to him and Robert Jordan got to his feet。
〃_Salud； Camarada_；〃 he said to the man with the carbine and smiled。
〃_Salud_；〃 the other said； grudgingly。 Robert Jordan looked at the man's heavy； beard…stubbled face。 It was almost round and his head was round and set close on his shoulders。 His eyes were small and set too wide apart and his ears were small and set close to his head。 He was a heavy man about five feet ten inches tall and his hands and feet were large。 His nose had been broken and his mouth was cut at one corner and the line of the scar across the upper lip and lower jaw showed through the growth of beard over his face。
The old man nodded his head at this man and smiled。
〃He is the boss here；〃 he grinned； then flexed his arms as though to make the muscles stand out and looked at the man with the carbine in a half…mocking admiration。 〃A very strong man。〃
〃I can see it；〃 Robert Jordan said and smiled again。 He did not like the look of this man and inside himself he was not smiling at all。
〃What have you to justify your identity？〃 asked the man with the carbine。
Robert Jordan unpinned a safety pin that ran through his pocket flap and took a folded paper out of the left breast pocket of his flannel shirt and handed it to the man； who opened it； looked at it doubtfully and turned it in his hands。
So he cannot read； Robert Jordan noted。
〃Look at the seal；〃 he said。
The old man pointed to the seal and the man with the carbine studied it； turning it in his fingers。
〃What seal is that？〃
〃Have you never seen it？〃
〃No。〃
〃There are two；〃 said Robert Jordan。 〃One is S。 I。 M。； the service of the military intelligence。 The other is the General Staff。〃
〃Yes； I have seen that seal before。 But here no one commands but me；〃 the other said sullenly。 〃What have you in the packs？〃
〃Dynamite；〃 the old man said proudly。 〃Last night we crossed the lines in the dark and all day we have carried this dynamite over the mountain。〃
〃I can use dynamite；〃 said the man with the carbine。 He handed back the paper to