He should have crawled around the sawdust pile. Is he all right there where he is"
Primitivo shook his head.
"When the _Ingl閟_ blows the bridge will fragments come this far" the gypsy asked from behind his tree.
"I don''t know," Pilar said. "But Agust韓 with the _m醧uina_ is closer than thee. The _Ingl閟_ would not have placed him there if it were too close."
"But I remember with the blowing of the train the lamp of the engine blew by over my head and pieces of steel flew by like swallows."
"Thou hast poetic memories," Pilar said. "Like swallows. _Joder!_ They were like wash boilers. Listen, gypsy, thou hast comported thyself well today. Now do not let thy fear catch up with thee."
"Well, I only asked if it would blow this far so I might keep well behind the tree trunk," the gypsy said.
"Keep it thus," Pilar told him. "How many have we killed"
"_Pues_ five for us. Two here. Canst thou not see the other at the far end Look there toward the bridge. See the box Look! Dost see" He pointed. "Then there were eight below for Pablo. I watched that post for the _Ingl閟_."
Pilar grunted. Then she said violently and raging, "What passes with that _Ingl閟_ What is he obscenitying off under that bridge. _Vaya mandanga!_ Is he building a bridge or blowing one"
She raised her head and looked down at Anselmo crouched behind the stone marker.