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So
he
did
it
.
It
was
difficult
in
the
dark
and
once
the
fish
made
a
surge
that
pulled
him
down
on
his
face
and
made
a
cut
below
his
eye
.
The
blood
ran
down
his
cheek
a
little
way
.
But
it
coagulated
and
dried
before
it
reached
his
chin
and
he
worked
his
way
back
to
the
bow
and
rested
against
the
wood
.
He
adjusted
the
sack
and
carefully
worked
the
line
so
that
it
came
across
a
new
part
of
his
shoulders
and
,
holding
it
anchored
with
his
shoulders
,
he
carefully
felt
the
pull
of
the
fish
and
then
felt
with
his
hand
the
progress
of
the
skiff
through
the
water
.
I
wonder
what
he
made
that
lurch
for
,
he
thought
.
The
wire
must
have
slipped
on
the
great
hill
of
his
back
.
Certainly
his
back
cannot
feel
as
badly
as
mine
does
.
But
he
cannot
pull
this
skiff
forever
,
no
matter
how
great
he
is
.
Now
everything
is
cleared
away
that
might
make
trouble
and
I
have
a
big
reserve
of
line
;
all
that
a
man
can
ask
.
"
Fish
,
"
he
said
softly
,
aloud
,
"
I
’
ll
stay
with
you
until
I
am
dead
.
"
He
’
ll
stay
with
me
too
,
I
suppose
,
the
old
man
thought
and
he
waited
for
it
to
be
light
.
It
was
cold
now
in
the
time
before
daylight
and
he
pushed
against
the
wood
to
be
warm
.
I
can
do
it
as
long
as
he
can
,
he
thought
.
And
in
the
first
light
the
line
extended
out
and
down
into
the
water
.
The
boat
moved
steadily
and
when
the
first
edge
of
the
sun
rose
it
was
on
the
old
man
’
s
right
shoulder
.
"
He
’
s
headed
north
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
The
current
will
have
set
us
far
to
the
eastward
,
he
thought
.
I
wish
he
would
turn
with
the
current
.
That
would
show
that
he
was
tiring
.
When
the
sun
had
risen
further
the
old
man
realized
that
the
fish
was
not
tiring
.
There
was
only
one
favorable
sign
.
The
slant
of
the
line
showed
he
was
swimming
at
a
lesser
depth
.
That
did
not
necessarily
mean
that
he
would
jump
.
But
he
might
.
"
God
let
him
jump
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
"
I
have
enough
line
to
handle
him
.
"
Maybe
if
I
can
increase
the
tension
just
a
little
it
will
hurt
him
and
he
will
jump
,
he
thought
.
Now
that
it
is
daylight
let
him
jump
so
that
he
’
ll
fill
the
sacks
along
his
backbone
with
air
and
then
he
cannot
go
deep
to
die
.
He
tried
to
increase
the
tension
,
but
the
line
had
been
taut
up
to
the
very
edge
of
the
breaking
point
since
he
had
hooked
the
fish
and
he
felt
the
harshness
as
he
leaned
back
to
pull
and
knew
he
could
put
no
more
strain
on
it
.
I
must
not
jerk
it
ever
,
he
thought
.
Each
jerk
widens
the
cut
the
hook
makes
and
then
when
he
does
jump
he
might
throw
it
.
Anyway
I
feel
better
with
the
sun
and
for
once
I
do
not
have
to
look
into
it
.
