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"
How
did
you
sleep
old
man
?
"
the
boy
asked
.
He
was
waking
up
now
although
it
was
still
hard
for
him
to
leave
his
sleep
.
"
Very
well
,
Manolin
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
"
I
feel
confident
today
.
"
"
So
do
I
,
"
the
boy
said
.
"
Now
I
must
get
your
sardines
and
mine
and
your
fresh
baits
.
He
brings
our
gear
himself
.
He
never
wants
anyone
to
carry
anything
.
"
"
We
’
re
different
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
"
I
let
you
carry
things
when
you
were
five
years
old
.
"
"
I
know
it
,
"
the
boy
said
.
"
I
’
ll
be
right
back
.
Have
another
coffee
.
We
have
credit
here
.
"
He
walked
off
,
bare
-
footed
on
the
coral
rocks
,
to
the
ice
house
where
the
baits
were
stored
.
The
old
man
drank
his
coffee
slowly
.
It
was
all
he
would
have
all
day
and
he
knew
that
he
should
take
it
.
For
a
long
time
now
eating
had
bored
him
and
he
never
carried
a
lunch
.
He
had
a
bottle
of
water
in
the
bow
of
the
skiff
and
that
was
all
he
needed
for
the
day
.
The
boy
was
back
now
with
the
sardines
and
the
two
baits
wrapped
in
a
newspaper
and
they
went
down
the
trail
to
the
skiff
,
feeling
the
pebbled
sand
under
their
feet
,
and
lifted
the
skiff
and
slid
her
into
the
water
.
"
Good
luck
old
man
.
"
"
Good
luck
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
He
fitted
the
rope
lashings
of
the
oars
onto
the
thole
pins
and
,
leaning
forward
against
the
thrust
of
the
blades
in
the
water
,
he
began
to
row
out
of
the
harbour
in
the
dark
.
There
were
other
boats
from
the
other
beaches
going
out
to
sea
and
the
old
man
heard
the
dip
and
push
of
their
oars
even
though
he
could
not
see
them
now
the
moon
was
below
the
hills
.
