“Tomorrow is going to be a good day with this current,”he said.
“I would,”the boy said.“ But I bought these.”
“Two,”the old man agreed.“ You didn't steal them?”
“How old was I when you first took me in a boat?”
“Of course.”
“Yes,”the old man said.He was holding his glass and thinking of many years ago.
“I fear both the Tigers of Detroit and the Indians of Cleveland.
“That's easy. I can always borrow two dollars and a half.”
“He does not like to work too far out.”
“It could not happen twice.Do you think you can find an eighty-five?”
“But remember how you went eighty-seven days without fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks.”“I remember,”the old man said,“I know you did not leave me because you doubted.”
“Can you really remember that or did I just tell it to you?”
“May I take the cast net?”
“One,”the old man said.His hope and his confidence had never gone.But now they were freshening as when the breeze rises.
“It is strange,”the old man said.“He never went turtle-ing.That is what kills the eyes.”
When the wind was in the east a smell came across the harbor from the shark factory;but today there was only the faint edge of the odor because the wind had backed into the north and then dropped off and it was pleasant and sunny on the Terrace.