“Idon’tthinkIeataireone，”hesaidanddrewhisknifeacrossohestrips.Hecouldfeelthesteadyhardpullofthelineandhislefthandwascramped.Itdrewuptightontheheavycordandhelookedatitindisgust.

“Whatkindofahandisthat，”hesaid.“Crampthenifyouwant.Makeyourselfintoaclaw.Itwilldoyounogood.”

eohoughtandlookeddownintothedarkwaterattheslantofthelinowanditwillstrehehand.Itisnotthehand’sfaultandyouhavebeenmanyhourswiththefish.Butyoustaywithhimforever.Eatthebonitonow.

Hepickedupapiedputitinhismouthandcheweditslowly.Itwasnotunpleasant.

Chewitwell，hethought，aallthejuices.Itwouldoeatwithalittlelimeorwithlemonorwithsalt.

“Howdoyoufeel，hand？”heaskedthecrampedhandthatwasalmostasstiffasrigormortis.“I’lleatsomemoreforyou.”

Heatetheotherpartofthepiecethathehadtwo.Hecheweditcarefullyandthenspatouttheskin.

“Howdoesitgo，hand？Orisittooearlytoknow？”

Hetookanotherfullpiedchewedit.

“Itisastrongfull-bloodedfish，”hethought.“Iwasluckytogethiminsteadofdolphin.Dolphin
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