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"
If
you
’
re
not
tired
,
fish
,
"
he
said
aloud
,
"
you
must
be
very
strange
.
"
He
felt
very
tired
now
and
he
knew
the
night
would
come
soon
and
he
tried
to
think
of
other
things
.
He
thought
of
the
Big
Leagues
,
to
him
they
were
the
Gran
Ligas
,
and
he
knew
that
the
Yankees
of
New
York
were
playing
the
Tigres
of
Detroit
.
This
is
the
second
day
now
that
I
do
not
know
the
result
of
the
juegos
,
he
thought
.
But
I
must
have
confidence
and
I
must
be
worthy
of
the
great
DiMaggio
who
does
all
things
perfectly
even
with
the
pain
of
the
bone
spur
in
his
heel
.
What
is
a
bone
spur
?
he
asked
himself
.
Un
espuela
de
hueso
.
We
do
not
have
them
.
Can
it
be
as
painful
as
the
spur
of
a
fighting
cock
in
one
’
s
heel
?
I
do
not
think
I
could
endure
that
or
the
loss
of
the
eye
and
of
both
eyes
and
continue
to
fight
as
the
fighting
cocks
do
.
Man
is
not
much
beside
the
great
birds
and
beasts
.
Still
I
would
rather
be
that
beast
down
there
in
the
darkness
of
the
sea
.
"
Unless
sharks
come
,
"
he
said
aloud
.
"
If
sharks
come
,
God
pity
him
and
me
.
"
Do
you
believe
the
great
DiMaggio
would
stay
with
a
fish
as
long
as
I
will
stay
with
this
one
?
he
thought
.
I
am
sure
he
would
and
more
since
he
is
young
and
strong
.
Also
his
father
was
a
fisherman
.
But
would
the
bone
spur
hurt
him
too
much
?
"
I
do
not
know
,
"
he
said
aloud
.
"
I
never
had
a
bone
spur
.
"
As
the
sun
set
he
remembered
,
to
give
himself
more
confidence
,
the
time
in
the
tavern
at
Casablanca
when
he
had
played
the
hand
game
with
the
great
negro
from
Cienfuegos
who
was
the
strongest
man
on
the
docks
.
They
had
gone
one
day
and
one
night
with
their
elbows
on
a
chalk
line
on
the
table
and
their
forearms
straight
up
and
their
hands
gripped
tight
.
Each
one
was
trying
to
force
the
other
’
s
hand
down
onto
the
table
.
There
was
much
betting
and
people
went
in
and
out
of
the
room
under
the
kerosene
lights
and
he
had
looked
at
the
arm
and
hand
of
the
negro
and
at
the
negro
’
s
face
.
They
changed
the
referees
every
four
hours
after
the
first
eight
so
that
the
referees
could
sleep
.
Blood
came
out
from
under
the
fingernails
of
both
his
and
the
negro
’
s
hands
and
they
looked
each
other
in
the
eye
and
at
their
hands
and
forearms
and
the
bettors
went
in
and
out
of
the
room
and
sat
on
high
chairs
against
the
wall
and
watched
.
The
walls
were
painted
bright
blue
and
were
of
wood
and
the
lamps
threw
their
shadows
against
them
.
The
negro
’
s
shadow
was
huge
and
it
moved
on
the
wall
as
the
breeze
moved
the
lamps
.
The
odds
would
change
back
and
forth
all
night
and
they
fed
the
negro
rum
and
lighted
cigarettes
for
him
.
Then
the
negro
,
after
the
rum
,
would
try
for
a
tremendous
effort
and
once
he
had
the
old
man
,
who
was
not
an
old
man
then
but
was
Santiago
El
Campeon
,
nearly
three
inches
off
balance
.
But
the
old
man
had
raised
his
hand
up
to
dead
even
again
.
He
was
sure
then
that
he
had
the
negro
,
who
was
a
fine
man
and
a
great
athlete
,
beaten
.
And
at
daylight
when
the
bettors
were
asking
that
it
be
called
a
draw
and
the
referee
was
shaking
his
head
,
he
had
unleashed
his
effort
and
forced
the
hand
of
the
negro
down
and
down
until
it
rested
on
the
wood
.
The
match
had
started
on
a
Sunday
morning
and
ended
on
a
Monday
morning
.
Many
of
the
bettors
had
asked
for
a
draw
because
they
had
to
go
to
work
on
the
docks
loading
sacks
of
sugar
or
at
the
Havana
Coal
Company
.
Otherwise
everyone
would
have
wanted
it
to
go
to
a
finish
.
But
he
had
finished
it
anyway
and
before
anyone
had
to
go
to
work
.
For
a
long
time
after
that
everyone
had
called
him
The
Champion
and
there
had
been
a
return
match
in
the
spring
.
But
not
much
money
was
bet
and
he
had
won
it
quite
easily
since
he
had
broken
the
confidence
of
the
negro
from
Cienfuegos
in
the
first
match
.
After
that
he
had
a
few
matches
and
then
no
more
.
He
decided
that
he
could
beat
anyone
if
he
wanted
to
badly
enough
and
he
decided
that
it
was
bad
for
his
right
hand
for
fishing
.
He
had
tried
a
few
practice
matches
with
his
left
hand
.
But
his
left
hand
had
always
been
a
traitor
and
would
not
do
what
he
called
on
it
to
do
and
he
did
not
trust
it
.
