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It
encouraged
him
to
talk
because
his
back
had
stiffened
in
the
night
and
it
hurt
truly
now
.
"
Stay
at
my
house
if
you
like
,
bird
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
am
sorry
I
cannot
hoist
the
sail
and
take
you
in
with
the
small
breeze
that
is
rising
.
But
I
am
with
a
friend
.
"
Just
then
the
fish
gave
a
sudden
lurch
that
pulled
the
old
man
down
onto
the
bow
and
would
have
pulled
him
overboard
if
he
had
not
braced
himself
and
given
some
line
.
The
bird
had
flown
up
when
the
line
jerked
and
the
old
man
had
not
even
seen
him
go
.
He
felt
the
line
carefully
with
his
right
hand
and
noticed
his
hand
was
bleeding
.
"
Something
hurt
him
then
,
"
he
said
aloud
and
pulled
back
on
the
line
to
see
if
he
could
turn
the
fish
.
But
when
he
was
touching
the
breaking
point
he
held
steady
and
settled
back
against
the
strain
of
the
line
.
"
You
’
re
feeling
it
now
,
fish
,
"
he
said
.
"
And
so
,
God
knows
,
am
I
.
"
He
looked
around
for
the
bird
now
because
he
would
have
liked
him
for
company
.
The
bird
was
gone
.
You
did
not
stay
long
,
the
man
thought
.
But
it
is
rougher
where
you
are
going
until
you
make
the
shore
.
How
did
I
let
the
fish
cut
me
with
that
one
quick
pull
he
made
?
I
must
be
getting
very
stupid
.
Or
perhaps
I
was
looking
at
the
small
bird
and
thinking
of
him
.
Now
I
will
pay
attention
to
my
work
and
then
I
must
eat
the
tuna
so
that
I
will
not
have
a
failure
of
strength
.
"
I
wish
the
boy
were
here
and
that
I
had
some
salt
,
"
he
said
aloud
.
Shifting
the
weight
of
the
line
to
his
left
shoulder
and
kneeling
carefully
he
washed
his
hand
in
the
ocean
and
held
it
there
,
submerged
,
for
more
than
a
minute
watching
the
blood
trail
away
and
the
steady
movement
of
the
water
against
his
hand
as
the
boat
moved
.
