The big Asturian shrugged his shoulders. "You never told me, or Fernando. Miguelito and his friend said you have the mouth of a clam."
"Do you want to know why?"
"I never question friends. You are a friend."
Hall looked up at Pepe Delgado and wanted to tell him how much he reminded him of the best of the men he had met in Spain, the best of the officers and milicianos who never, even in the heat of battle, forgot the feelings and the sacred dignidad of their fellow men.
"Mother of God!" Pepe laughed. "Don't look at me as if I were that girl with the red hair."
"You are a good compañero," Hall said. "In a few days, perhaps I can tell you."
"I never ask questions of friends," Pepe said.
"I know. Did Souza tell you what I told him last night?"
"No. Only about when Ansaldo and Androtten came back."
"Can you reach Souza today?"