“Didn’t I tell you to keep your drag light?” “But he kept taking out line.”
“So what?”
“So I tightened it.”
“Listen,” I told him. “If you don’t give them line when they hook up like that they break it. There isn’t any line will hold them. When they want it you’ve got to give it to them. You have to keep a light drag. The market fishermen can’t hold them tight when they do that even with a harpoon line. What we have to do is use the boat to chase them so they don’t take it all when they make their run. After they make their run they’ll sound and you can tighten up the drag and get it back.”
“Then if it hadn’t broken I would have caught him?”
“You’d have had a chance.”
“He couldn’t have kept that up, could he?”
“He can do plenty of other things. It isn’t until after he’s made his run that the fight starts.”
“Well, let’s catch one,” he said.
“You have to reel that line in first,” I told him. We’d hooked that fish and lost him without waking Eddy up. Now old Eddy came back astern. “What’s the matter?” he said.
Eddy was a good man on a boat once, before he got to be a rummy, but he isn’t any good now. I looked at him standing there tall and hollow-cheeked
