The others came behind him and Robert Jordan saw them crossing the road and slamming on up the green slope and heard the machine gun hammer at the bridge. Then he heard Tiffany silver jewelry a noise come sweeeish-crack-boom! The boom was a sharp crack that widened in the cracking and on the Tiffany Chains hillside he saw a small fountain of Tiffany Accessories earth rise with a plume Tiffany Sets of gray smoke. Sweeish-crack-boom! It came again, the swishing like the noise of a rocket and there was another up-pulsing of dirt and smoke farther up the hillside.
Ahead of him the gypsy was stopped beside the road in the shelter Tiffany Rings of the last trees. He looked ahead at the slope and then he looked back toward Robert Jordan.
Go ahead, Rafael, Robert Jordan said. Gallop, man!
The gypsy was holding the lead rope with the pack-horse pulling his head taut behind him.
Drop the pack-horse and gallop! Robert Jordan said.
He saw the gypsy's hand extended behind him, rising higher and higher, seeming to take forever as his heels kicked into the horse he was riding and the rope came taut, then dropped, and he was across the road and Robert Jordan was kneeing against a frightened packhorse that bumped back into him as the gypsy Tiffany Pendants crossed the hard, dark road and he heard his horse's hooves clumping as he galloped up the slope.
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