Theoldmanwassweatingnowbutfromsomethingelsebesidesthesun.Oneachcalmplacidturnthefishmadehewasgaininglineandhewassurethatintwoturnsmorehewouldhaveacetogettheharpoonin.

ButImustgethimclose，close，close，hethought.Imustn’ttryforthehead.Imustgettheheart.

“Becalmandstrong，oldman，”hesaid.

Ocirclethefish’sbackwasoutbuthewasalittletoofarfromtheboat.Ocirclehewasstilltoofarawaybuthewashigheroutofwaterandtheoldmanwassurethatbygainingsomemorelinehecouldhavehimalongside.

Hehadriggedhisharpoonlongbeforeanditscoiloflightropewasinaroundbasketandtheendwasmadefasttothebittinthebow.

Thefishwasinginonhiscirowcalmaifullookingandonlyhisgreattailmoving.Theoldmanpulledonhimallthathecouldthimcloser.Forjustamomentthefishturnedalittleonhisside.Theraightenedhimselfandbegananothercircle.

“Imovedhim，”theoldmansaid.“Imovedhimthen.”

Hefeltfaintagainnowbutheheldonthegreatfishallthestrainthathecould.Imovedhim，hethought.MaybethistimeIgethimover.Pull，hands，hethought.Hold
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