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The
fish
moved
steadily
and
they
travelled
slowly
on
the
calm
water
.
The
other
baits
were
still
in
the
water
but
there
was
nothing
to
be
done
.
"
I
wish
I
had
the
boy
,
"
the
old
man
said
aloud
.
"
I
’
m
being
towed
by
a
fish
and
I
’
m
the
towing
bitt
.
I
could
make
the
line
fast
.
But
then
he
could
break
it
.
I
must
hold
him
all
I
can
and
give
him
line
when
he
must
have
it
.
Thank
God
he
is
travelling
and
not
going
down
.
"
What
I
will
do
if
he
decides
to
go
down
,
I
don
’
t
know
.
What
I
’
ll
do
if
he
sounds
and
dies
I
don
’
t
know
.
But
I
’
ll
do
something
.
There
are
plenty
of
things
I
can
do
.
He
held
the
line
against
his
back
and
watched
its
slant
in
the
water
and
the
skiff
moving
steadily
to
the
North
-
West
.
This
will
kill
him
,
the
old
man
thought
.
He
can
’
t
do
this
forever
.
But
four
hours
later
the
fish
was
still
swimming
steadily
out
to
sea
,
towing
the
skiff
,
and
the
old
man
was
still
braced
solidly
with
the
line
across
his
back
.
"
It
was
noon
when
I
hooked
him
,
"
he
said
.
"
And
I
have
never
seen
him
.
"
He
had
pushed
his
straw
hat
hard
down
on
his
head
before
he
hooked
the
fish
and
it
was
cutting
his
forehead
.
He
was
thirsty
too
and
he
got
down
on
his
knees
and
,
being
careful
not
to
jerk
on
the
line
,
moved
as
far
into
the
bow
as
he
could
get
and
reached
the
water
bottle
with
one
hand
.
He
opened
it
and
drank
a
little
.
Then
he
rested
against
the
bow
.
He
rested
sitting
on
the
un
-
stepped
mast
and
sail
and
tried
not
to
think
but
only
to
endure
.
Then
he
looked
behind
him
and
saw
that
no
land
was
visible
.
That
makes
no
difference
,
he
thought
.
I
can
always
come
in
on
the
glow
from
Havana
.
There
are
two
more
hours
before
the
sun
sets
and
maybe
he
will
come
up
before
that
.
If
he
doesn
’
t
maybe
he
will
come
up
with
the
moon
.
If
he
does
not
do
that
maybe
he
will
come
up
with
the
sunrise
.
I
have
no
cramps
and
I
feel
strong
.
It
is
he
that
has
the
hook
in
his
mouth
.
But
what
a
fish
to
pull
like
that
.
He
must
have
his
mouth
shut
tight
on
the
wire
.
I
wish
I
could
see
him
.
I
wish
I
could
see
him
only
once
to
know
what
I
have
against
me
.
The
fish
never
changed
his
course
nor
his
direction
all
that
night
as
far
as
the
man
could
tell
from
watching
the
stars
.
It
was
cold
after
the
sun
went
down
and
the
old
man
’
s
sweat
dried
cold
on
his
back
and
his
arms
and
his
old
legs
.
During
the
day
he
had
taken
the
sack
that
covered
the
bait
box
and
spread
it
in
the
sun
to
dry
.
After
the
sun
went
down
he
tied
it
around
his
neck
so
that
it
hung
down
over
his
back
and
he
cautiously
worked
it
down
under
the
line
that
was
across
his
shoulders
now
.
The
sack
cushioned
the
line
and
he
had
found
a
way
of
leaning
forward
against
the
bow
so
that
he
was
almost
comfortable
.
