here until they come. But when they come there’s plenty of them. And they’ve always come. If they don’t come now they’re never coming. The moon is right. There’s a good stream and we’re going to have a good breeze.”
“There were some small ones when we first came.” “Yes,” I said. “Like I told you. The small ones thin out and stop before the big ones come.”
“You party-boat captains always have the same line. Either it’s too early or too late or the wind isn’t right or the moon is wrong. But you take the money just the same.”
“Well,” I told him, “the hell of it is that it usually is too early or too late and plenty of time the wind is wrong. Then when you get a day that’s perfect you’re ashore without a party.”
“But you think today’s a good day?”
“Well,” I told him, “I’ve had action enough for me already today. But I’d like to bet you’re going to have plenty.”
“I hope so,” he said.
We settled down to troll. Eddy went forward and laid down. I was standing up watching for a tail to show. Every once in a while the nigger would doze off and I was watching him, too. I bet he had some nights.
“Would you mind getting me a bottle of beer, captain?” Johnson asked me.
