“Now！”Hesaidaloudandstruckhardwithbothhands，gainedayardoflihenstruckagainandagain，swingingwitheacharmalternatelyonthecordwithallthestrengthofhisarmsandthepivotedweightofhisbody.

Nothinghappehefishjustmovedawayslowlyandtheoldmancouldnotraisehimaninch.Hislinewasstrongandmadeforheavyfishandhehelditagainsthisbatilitwassotautthatbeadsofwaterwerejumpingfromit.Theomakeaslowhissingsoundieraillheldit，braghimselfagainstthethwartandleaningbackagainstthepull.TheboatbegantomoveslowlyofftowardtheNorth-West.

Thefishmovedsteadilyaravelledslowlyonthecalmwater.Theotherbaitswerestillierbuttherewasnothingtobedone.

“IwishIhadtheboy，”theoldmansaidaloud.“I’mbeingtowedbyafishandI’mthetowingbitt.Iaketheli.Butthenhecouldbreakit.ImustholdhimallIdgivehimlinewhehaveit.ThankGodheistravellingandnotgoingdown.”

WhatIwilldoifhedecidestogodown，Idon’tknow.WhatI’lldoifhesoundsanddiesIdon’tknow.ButI’lldosomething.ThereareplentyofthingsIdo.

Heheldthelineagainsthisbadwatcheditsslantiera
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