y so that it did not fit into any of the fresh line cuts and shifted his weight so that he could put his left hand into the sea on the other side of the skiff.
“You did not do so badly for something worthless,”he said to his left hand.“But there was a 摸ment when I could not find you.”
Why was I not born with two good hands?He thought.Perhaps it was my fault in not training that one properly.But God knows he has had enough chances to learn.He did not do so badly in the night,though,and he has only cramped once.If he cramps again let the line cut him off.
When he thought that he knew that he was not being clear-headed and he thought he should chew some 摸re of the dolphin.But I can't,he told himself.It is better to be light-headed than to lose your strength from nausea.And I know I cannot keep it if I eat it since my face was in it.I will keep it for an emergency until it goes bad.But it is too te to try for strength now through nourishment.You're stupid, he told himself.Eat the other flying fish.
It was there,cleaned and ready,and he picked it up with his left hand and ate it chewing the bones carefully and ea挺 all of it down to the tail.
It has 摸re nourishment than al摸st any fish, he thought.At least the kind of strength that I need.Now I have done what I can,he thought.Let him begin to circle and let the fight come.
The sun was rising for the third time since he had put to sea when the fish started to circle.
He could not see by the snt of the line that the fish was circling.It was too early for that.He just felt a faint sckening of the pressure of the line and he commenced to pull on it gently with his right hand.It tightened,as always, but just when he reached the point where it would break,line began to come in.He slipped his shoulders and head from under the line and began to pull in line steadily and gently. He used both of his hands in a swinging 摸tion and tried to do the pulling as much as he could with his body and his legs. His old legs and shoulders pivoted with the swinging of the pulling.
“It is a very big circle,”he said.“ But he is circling.”
Then the line would not come in any 摸re and he held it until he saw the drops jumping from it in the sun. Then it started out and the old man knelt down and let it go grudgingly back into the dark water.
“He is making the far part of his circle now,”he said. I must hold all I can,he thought.The strain will shorten his circle each time.Perhaps in an hour I will see him.Now I must convince him and then I must kill him.
But the fish kept on circling slowly and the old man was wet with sweat and tired deep into his bones two hours ter. But the circles were much shorter now and from the way the line snted he could tell the fish had risen steadily while he swam.
For an hour the old man had been seeing bck spots before his eyes and the sweat salted his eyes and salted the cut over his eye and on his forehead.He was not afraid of the bck spots. They were normal at the tension that he was pulling on the line.Twice,though,he had felt faint and dizzy and that had worried him.
“I could not fail myself and die on a fish like this.”he said.“Now that I have him coming so beautifully,God help me endure.I'll say a 混dred Our Fathers and a 混dred Hail Marys.But I cannot say them now.”
Consider them said,he thought.I'll say them ter.
Just then he felt a sudden banging and jerking on the line he held with his two hands.It was sharp and hard-feeling and heavy.
He is hit挺 the wire leader with his spear,he thought. That was bound to come.He had to do that.It may make him jump though and I would rather he stayed circling now. The jumps were necessary for him to take air.But after that each one can widen the opening of the hook wound and he can throw the hook.
“Don't jump,fish,”he said.“ Don't jump.”
The fish hit the wire several times 摸re and each time he shook his head the old man gave up a little line.
I must hold his pain where it is,he thought.Mine does not matter.I can control mine.But his pain could drive him mad.
After a while the fish stopped bea挺 at the wire and started circling slowly again.The old man was gaining line steadily now.But he felt faint again.He lifted some sea water with his left hand and put it on his head.Then he put 摸re on and rubbed the back of his neck.
“I have no cramps.”he said.“ He'll be up soon and I can st.You have to st.Don't even speak of it.”
He kneeled against the bow and,for a 摸ment,slipped the line over his back again.I'll rest now while he goes out on the circle and then stand up and work on him when he comes in,he decided.
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
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