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
