He unstepped the mast and furled the sail and tied it. Then he
shouldered the mast and started to climb. It was then he knew the depth
of his tiredness. He stopped for a moment and looked back and saw in the
reflection from the street light the great tail of the fish standing up
well behind the skiff's stern. He saw the white naked line of his
backbone and the dark mass of the head with the projecting bill and all
the nakedness between.
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