The pack-horse was ahead of him swinging too far to the Tiffany Watches right and slowing down and Robert Jordan, galloping, his head turned a little toward the bridge, saw the line of trucks halted behind the turn that showed now clearly as he was gaining height, and he saw the bright yellow flash that signalled the instant whish and boom, and the shell fell short, but he heard the metal sailing from where the dirt rose.
He saw them all ahead in the edge Tiffany silver jewelry of the timber watching him and he said, _Arre caballo!_ Go on, horse! and felt his big horse's chest Tiffany Chains surging with the steepening Tiffany Accessories of the slope and saw the gray neck stretching and the gray ears ahead and he reached and patted the wet gray neck, and he looked back at the bridge and saw the bright flash from the heavy, squat, mud-colored tank Tiffany Sets there on the road and then he did not hear any whish but only a banging acrid smelling clang like a boiler being ripped apart and he was under the gray horse and the gray horse was kicking and he was trying Tiffany Rings to pull out from under the weight.
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