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It
was
a
great
temptation
to
rest
in
the
bow
and
let
the
fish
make
one
circle
by
himself
without
recovering
any
line
.
But
when
the
strain
showed
the
fish
had
turned
to
come
toward
the
boat
,
the
old
man
rose
to
his
feet
and
started
the
pivoting
and
the
weaving
pulling
that
brought
in
all
the
line
he
gained
.
I
’
m
tireder
than
I
have
ever
been
,
he
thought
,
and
now
the
trade
wind
is
rising
.
But
that
will
be
good
to
take
him
in
with
.
I
need
that
badly
.
"
I
’
ll
rest
on
the
next
turn
as
he
goes
out
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
feel
much
better
.
Then
in
two
or
three
turns
more
I
will
have
him
.
"
His
straw
hat
was
far
on
the
back
of
his
head
and
he
sank
down
into
the
bow
with
the
pull
of
the
line
as
he
felt
the
fish
turn
.
You
work
now
,
fish
,
he
thought
.
I
’
ll
take
you
at
the
turn
.
The
sea
had
risen
considerably
.
But
it
was
a
fair
-
weather
breeze
and
he
had
to
have
it
to
get
home
.
"
I
’
ll
just
steer
south
and
west
,
"
he
said
.
"
A
man
is
never
lost
at
sea
and
it
is
a
long
island
.
"
It
was
on
the
third
turn
that
he
saw
the
fish
first
.
He
saw
him
first
as
a
dark
shadow
that
took
so
long
to
pass
under
the
boat
that
he
could
not
believe
its
length
.
"
No
,
"
he
said
.
"
He
can
’
t
be
that
big
.
"
