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better,

but

suffering

exactly as

much, and

perhaps a

little

more, he

leaned

against

the wood

of the bow

and began,

mechanically,

to work

the

fingers of

his left

hand. The

sun was

hot now

although

the breeze

was rising

gently. “I

had better

re-bait

that

little

line out

over the

stern,” he

said. “If

the fish

decides to

stay

another

night I

will need

to eat

again and

the water

is low in

the

bottle. I

don’t

think I

can get

anything

but a