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He
was
happy
feeling
the
gentle
pulling
and
then
he
felt
something
hard
and
unbelievably
heavy
.
It
was
the
weight
of
the
fish
and
he
let
the
line
slip
down
,
down
,
down
,
unrolling
off
the
first
of
the
two
reserve
coils
.
As
it
went
down
,
slipping
lightly
through
the
old
man
’
s
fingers
,
he
still
could
feel
the
great
weight
,
though
the
pressure
of
his
thumb
and
finger
were
almost
imperceptible
.
"
What
a
fish
,
"
he
said
.
"
He
has
it
sideways
in
his
mouth
now
and
he
is
moving
off
with
it
.
"
Then
he
will
turn
and
swallow
it
,
he
thought
.
He
did
not
say
that
because
he
knew
that
if
you
said
a
good
thing
it
might
not
happen
.
He
knew
what
a
huge
fish
this
was
and
he
thought
of
him
moving
away
in
the
darkness
with
the
tuna
held
crosswise
in
his
mouth
.
At
that
moment
he
felt
him
stop
moving
but
the
weight
was
still
there
.
Then
the
weight
increased
and
he
gave
more
line
.
He
tightened
the
pressure
of
his
thumb
and
finger
for
a
moment
and
the
weight
increased
and
was
going
straight
down
.
"
He
’
s
taken
it
,
"
he
said
.
"
Now
I
’
ll
let
him
eat
it
well
.
"
He
let
the
line
slip
through
his
fingers
while
he
reached
down
with
his
left
hand
and
made
fast
the
free
end
of
the
two
reserve
coils
to
the
loop
of
the
two
reserve
coils
of
the
next
line
.
Now
he
was
ready
.
He
had
three
forty
-
fathom
coils
of
line
in
reserve
now
,
as
well
as
the
coil
he
was
using
.
"
Eat
it
a
little
more
,
"
he
said
.
"
Eat
it
well
.
"
Eat
it
so
that
the
point
of
the
hook
goes
into
your
heart
and
kills
you
,
he
thought
.
Come
up
easy
and
let
me
put
the
harpoon
into
you
.
All
right
.
Are
you
ready
?
Have
you
been
long
enough
at
table
?
"
Now
!
"
he
said
aloud
and
struck
hard
with
both
hands
,
gained
a
yard
of
line
and
then
struck
again
and
again
,
swinging
with
each
arm
alternately
on
the
cord
with
all
the
strength
of
his
arms
and
the
pivoted
weight
of
his
body
.
Nothing
happened
.
The
fish
just
moved
away
slowly
and
the
old
man
could
not
raise
him
an
inch
.
His
line
was
strong
and
made
for
heavy
fish
and
he
held
it
against
his
back
until
it
was
so
taut
that
beads
of
water
were
jumping
from
it
.
Then
it
began
to
make
a
slow
hissing
sound
in
the
water
and
he
still
held
it
,
bracing
himself
against
the
thwart
and
leaning
back
against
the
pull
.
The
boat
began
to
move
slowly
off
toward
the
North
-
West
.
