Everything about him was old except his eyes and
they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and
undefeated.
"Santiago," the boy said to him as they climbed the bank
from where the skiff was hauled up. "1 could go with you
again. We've made some money.
The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved
him.
"No," the old man said. "You're with a lucky boat. Stay
with them."
"But remember how you went eighty-seven days without
fish and then we caught big ones every day for three weeks.
"I remember," the old man said, "I know you did not leave
me because you doubted."
"It was papa made me leave. I am a boy and I must obey
him."
"I know," the old man said. "It is quite normal."
"He hasn't much faith."
"No," the old man "But we have. Haven't we?"
"Yes," the boy said. •scan 1 offer you a beer on the Ter-
race and then we'll take the stuff home."