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My
right
hand
can
hold
it
as
long
as
it
is
braced
,
he
thought
.
If
it
relaxes
in
sleep
my
left
hand
will
wake
me
as
the
line
goes
out
.
It
is
hard
on
the
right
hand
.
But
he
is
used
to
punishment
.
Even
if
I
sleep
twenty
minutes
or
a
half
an
hour
it
is
good
.
He
lay
forward
cramping
himself
against
the
line
with
all
of
his
body
,
putting
all
his
weight
onto
his
right
hand
,
and
he
was
asleep
.
He
did
not
dream
of
the
lions
but
instead
of
a
vast
school
of
porpoises
that
stretched
for
eight
or
ten
miles
and
it
was
in
the
time
of
their
mating
and
they
would
leap
high
into
the
air
and
return
into
the
same
hole
they
had
made
in
the
water
when
they
leaped
.
Then
he
dreamed
that
he
was
in
the
village
on
his
bed
and
there
was
a
norther
and
he
was
very
cold
and
his
right
arm
was
asleep
because
his
head
had
rested
on
it
instead
of
a
pillow
.
After
that
he
began
to
dream
of
the
long
yellow
beach
and
he
saw
the
first
of
the
lions
come
down
onto
it
in
the
early
dark
and
then
the
other
lions
came
and
he
rested
his
chin
on
the
wood
of
the
bows
where
the
ship
lay
anchored
with
the
evening
off
-
shore
breeze
and
he
waited
to
see
if
there
would
be
more
lions
and
he
was
happy
.
The
moon
had
been
up
for
a
long
time
but
he
slept
on
and
the
fish
pulled
on
steadily
and
the
boat
moved
into
the
tunnel
of
clouds
.
He
woke
with
the
jerk
of
his
right
fist
coming
up
against
his
face
and
the
line
burning
out
through
his
right
hand
.
He
had
no
feeling
of
his
left
hand
but
he
braked
all
he
could
with
his
right
and
the
line
rushed
out
.
Finally
his
left
hand
found
the
line
and
he
leaned
back
against
the
line
and
now
it
burned
his
back
and
his
left
hand
,
and
his
left
hand
was
taking
all
the
strain
and
cutting
badly
.
He
looked
back
at
the
coils
of
line
and
they
were
feeding
smoothly
.
Just
then
the
fish
jumped
making
a
great
bursting
of
the
ocean
and
then
a
heavy
fall
.
Then
he
jumped
again
and
again
and
the
boat
was
going
fast
although
line
was
still
racing
out
and
the
old
man
was
raising
the
strain
to
breaking
point
and
raising
it
to
breaking
point
again
and
again
.
He
had
been
pulled
down
tight
onto
the
bow
and
his
face
was
in
the
cut
slice
of
dolphin
and
he
could
not
move
.
This
is
what
we
waited
for
,
he
thought
.
So
now
let
us
take
it
.
Make
him
pay
for
the
line
,
he
thought
.
Make
him
pay
for
it
.
He
could
not
see
the
fish
’
s
jumps
but
only
heard
the
breaking
of
the
ocean
and
the
heavy
splash
as
he
fell
.
The
speed
of
the
line
was
cutting
his
hands
badly
but
he
had
always
known
this
would
happen
and
he
tried
to
keep
the
cutting
across
the
calloused
parts
and
not
let
the
line
slip
into
the
palm
nor
cut
the
fingers
.
If
the
boy
was
here
he
would
wet
the
coils
of
line
,
he
thought
.
Yes
.
If
the
boy
were
here
.
If
the
boy
were
here
.
