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“an,”the boy said and put his hand on one of the old man"s knees.
the old man opened his eyes and for a ent he a long iled.
“what have you got?”he asked.
“supper,”said the boy.“ we"re going to have supper.”
“i"m not very hungry.”
“come on and eat.you can"t fish and not eat.”
“i have,”the old man said getting up and taking the nelding it.then he started to fold the blanket.“keep the blanket around you,”the boy said.you"ll not fish ut eating alive.
“then live a long time and take care of yourself,”the old man said.“ what are we eating?”
“black beans and rice,fried bananas,and some stew.”
the boy had brought them in a tetal container from the terrace.the two sets of knives and forks and spoons cket with a paper-napkin h set.
“who gave this to you?”
“martin.the oust thank him.”
“i thanked him already,”the boy said.“you don"t need to thank him.”
“i"ll give hieat of a big fish,”the old man said.“ has he done this for e?”
“i think so.”
“i soore than the belly meat then.he is very thoughtful for us.”
“he sent two beers.”
“i like the beer in cans best.”
“i knottles,hatuey beer,and i take back the bottles.”
“that"s very kind of you,”the old man said.“should we eat?”
“i"ve been asking you to,”the boy told him gently.“i have not open the container until you ready nold man said.“ i only needed time to wash.”
where did you y thought.the village streets doad.i ,the boy thought,and soap and a good to thoughtless? i another shirt and a jacket for the me sort of shoes and another blanket.
“your stean said.
“tell me about the baseball,”the boy asked him.
“in the american league it is the yankees as i said,”the old man said happily.
“they lost today,”the boy told hieans nothing.the great diself again.”
“they have other .”
“naturally.but he makes the difference.in the other league, betoklyn and philadelphia i must take brooklyn.but then i think of dick sisler and those great drives in the old park.”
“there thing ever like them.he hits the longest ball i have ever seen.”
“do yoome to the terrace? i take hiid to ask him.then i asked you to ask hiid.”
“i knoistake.he might have gone uld have that for all of our lives.”
“i aggio fishing,”the old man said.“ they say his father an.maybe he or as uld understand.”
“the great sisler"s father or and he,the father,was playing in the big leagues y age.”
“ast on a square rigged ship that ran to africa and i have seen lions on the beaches in the evening.”
“i knou told me.”
“shoa or about baseball?”
“baseball i think,”the boy said.“ tell me about the great john j.mcgrata for j.
“he oetimes too in the older days.but he ugh and harsh-spoken and difficult ind n horses as well as baseball.at least he carried lists of horses at all times in his pocket and frequently spoke the names of horses on the telephone.”
“he anager,”the boy said.“my father thinks he was the greatest.”
“becaaost tian said.“if dher had continome here each year your father the greatest manager.”
“anager,really,luque or mike gonzalez?”
“i think they are equal.”
“and the best fisherman is you.”
“no.i knothers better.”
“que va,”the boy said.“ there are en and some great ones.but there is only you.”
“thank you.you e happy.i hope no fish me along so great that he ve us ng.”
“there is no such fish if you are still strong as you say.”“i may not be as strong as i think,”the old man said.“ bks and i have resolution.”
“you ought to go to bed no that you orning.i will take the things back to the terrace.”
“good night then.i u in the morning.”
“yolock,”the boy said.
“age is clock,”the old man said.“ en early?is it to have one longer day?”
“i don"t knoy said.“all i knoung boys sleep late and hard.”
“i can reber it,”the old man said.“ i"ll u in time.”
“i do not like for him to e.it is as though i r.”
“i knoan.”
the boy ut.they had eaten light on the table and the old man took off his trousers and bed in the dark.he rolled his trousers up to make a pillow ,putting the ne.he rolled himself in the blanket and slept on the other old nevered the springs of the bed.
he rt tied of africa y and the long golden beaches and the ur eyes,and the high capes and the great brountains.he lived along that coast nos he heard the some riding through it.he smelled the tar and oakk as he slept and he sell of africa that the land breeze brought at morning.
usually elled the land breeze he woke up and dressed to go and y.but tonight the smell of the land breeze came very early and he kneo early in his dreaing to see the f the islands rising from the sea and then he dreamed of the different harbors and roadsteads of the canary islands.
he no longer dreas,nor of en,nor of great occes ,nor of great fish,nor fights,nor contests of strength,nor of his nly dreamed of places nof the lions on the beach.they played like yoats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy.he never dreamed about the boy.he simply woke,looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on. he urinated ok and then ad to y.he was shivering rning cold.but he kneuld shiver himself on he would be rowing.
the door of the hoked and he opened it and walked in quietly with his bare feet.the boy n a cot in the first rooan colearly e in frooon.he took hold of one foot gently and held it until the boy woke and turned and looked at hian nodded and the boy took his trohair by the bed and, sitting on the bed,pulled them on.
the old man ut the door and the boy ca.he ld man pross his shoulders and said,“i am sorry.”
“que va.”the boy said.“ it is .”
they ad to the old man"s shack and all along the road,in the dark,barefoot men ving, carrying the masts of their boats.
an"s shack the boy took the rolls of line in the basket and the harpoon and gaff and the old ast with the furled sail on his shoulder.
“do you ffee?”the boy asked.
“we"ll put the gear in the boat and then get some.”
they had coffee froilk cans at an early morning place that served fishermen.
“hou sleep old man?”the boy asked.he ugh it r him to leave his sleep.
“very lin,”the old man said.“ i feel confident today.”
“so do i,”the boy said.“nour sardines and mine and your fresh baits.he brings our gear himself.he never ne to carry anything.”
“an said.“i let you carry things u ld.”
“i knoy said.“i"ll be right back. have another coffee.we have credit here.”
he ff,barefooted on the coral rocks,to the ice house where the baits red.
the old man drank his coffee slould have all day and he kneuld take it.for a long ti and he never carried a lunch.he had a bottle of f the skiff and that r the day.
the boy w with the sardines and the two baits wrapped in a newspaper and they the skiff,feeling the pebbled sand under their feet,and lifted the skiff and slid her into the water.
“good luck old man.”
“good luck,”the old man said. he fitted the rope lashings of the oars onto the thole pins and,leaning forward against the thrust of the blades in the rout of the harbor in the dark.there ther boats from the other beaches going out to sea and the old man heard the dip and push of their oars even thoould not see them noon w the hills.