Afterawhilethefishstoppedbeatingatthewireandstartedcirgslowlyagain.Theoldmanwasgaininglieadilynow.Buthefeltfaintagaiedsomeseawaterwithhislefthandandputitonhishead.Themoreonandrubbedthebackofhisneck.

“Ihavenocramps，”hesaid.“He’llbeupsoonandIlast.Youhavetolast.Don’tevenspeakofit.”

Hekneeledagainstthebowand，foramoment，slippedthelineoverhisbackagain.I’llrestnowwhilehegoesoutonthecirdthenstandupandworkonhimwhenheesin，hedecided.

Itwasagreattemptatiointhebowahefishmakeonecirclebyhimselfwithoutrecanyliwherainshowedthefishhadturoetowardtheboat，theoldmaohisfeetandstartedthepivotingandtheweavingpullingthatbroughtinallthelinehegained.

I’mtirederthanIhaveeverbeehought，andnowthetradewindisrising.Butthatwillbegoodtotakehiminwith.Ihatbadly.

“I’llrestoturnashegoesout，”hesaid.“Ifeelmuchbetter.ThenintwoorthreeturnsmoreIwillhavehim.”

Hisstrawhatwasfaronthebackofhisheadandhesankdownintothebowwiththepullofthelineashefeltthefishturn.

Youworknow，fish，hethou
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