Just then the stern line came taut under his foot, where he had kept a
loop of the line, and he dropped his oars and felt the weight of the
small tuna's shivering pull as he held the line firm and commenced to
haul it in. The shivering increased as he pulled in and he could see the
blue back of the fish in the water and the gold of his sides before he
swung him over the side and into the boat. He lay in the stern in the
sun, compact and bullet shaped, his big, unintelligent eyes staring as
he thumped his life out against the planking of the boat with the quick
shivering strokes of his neat, fast-moving tail. The old man hit him on
the head for kindness and kicked him, his body still shuddering, under
the shade of the stern
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