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第10章 The Old Mans Return（第2页）

theproprietorasked.

“No，”

theboysaid.“TellthemnottobotherSantiago.Illbeback.”

“TellhimhowsorryIam.”

“Thanks，”

theboysaid.

Theboycarriedthehotcanofcoffeeuptotheoldmansshackandsatbyhimuntilhewoke.Onceitlookedasthoughhewerewaking.Buthehadgonebackintoheavysleepandtheboyhadgoneacrosstheroadtoborrowsomewoodtoheatthecoffee.

Finallytheoldmanwoke.

“Dontsitup.”

theboysaid.“Drinkthis.”

Hepouredsomeofthecoffeeinaglass.

Theoldmantookitanddrankit.

“Theybeatme，Manolin，”

hesaid.“Theytrulybeatme.”

“Hedidntbeatyou.Notthefish.”

“No.Truly.Itwasafterwards.”

“Pedricoislookingaftertheskiffandthegear.Whatdoyouwantdonewiththehead?”

“LetPedricochopituptouseinfishtraps.”

“Andthespear?”

“Youkeepitifyouwantit.”

“Iwantit，”

theboysaid.“Nowwemustmakeourplansabouttheotherthings.”

“Didtheysearchforme?”

“Ofcourse.Withcoastguardandwithplanes.”

“Theoceanisverybigandaskiffissmallandhardtosee，”

theoldmansaid.Henoticedhowpleasantitwastohavesomeonetotalktoinsteadofspeakingonlytohimselfandtothesea.“Imissedyou，”

hesaid.“Whatdidyoucatch?”

“Oneonthefirstday.Onethesecondandtwothethird.”

“Verygood.”

“Nowwefishtogetheragain.”

“No.Iamnotlucky.Iamnotluckyanymore.”

“Thehellwithluck，”