Then he dreamed that he was in the village on his bed and there was a norther and he was very cold and his right arm was asleep because his head had rested on it instead of a pillow.
Yes you are,he told himself.You're good for ever.
The old man looked carefully in the glimpse of vision that he had. Then he took two turns of the harpoon line around the bitt in the bow and laid his head on his hands.
The fish was coming in on his circle now calm and beautiful looking and only his great tail moving.The old man pulled on him all that he could to bring him closer.For just a moment the fish turned a little on his side.Then he straightened himself and began another circle.
“Clear up,head,”he said in a voice he could hardly hear.“ Clear up.”
Consider them said,he thought.I'll say them later.
The fish hit the wire several times more and each time he shook his head the old man gave up a little line.
I do not know,the old man thought.He had been on the point of feeling himself go each time.I do not know.But I will try it once more.
It was on the third turn that he saw the fish first.
Then the line would not come in any more 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.