“Two hours even,” Eddy said to Roger. “How’s your head, Davy?”
“All right.”
“Not ache?”
The boy shook his head.
“You better drink some water this time,” Eddy said.
David nodded and drank when Andrew put the glass to his lips.
“How do you feel, Davy, really?” Roger asked him, bending close over him,
“Fine. All except my back and legs and arms.” He shut his eyes for an instant and held to the bucking of the rod as the line went out against the heavy drag.
“I don’t want to talk,” he said.
“You can get some on him now,” Roger told him and the boy went back to work.
“David’s a saint and a martyr,” Tom said to his father. “Boys don’t have brothers like David. Do you mind if I talk, papa? I’m awfully nervous about this.”
“Go ahead and talk, Tommy. We’re both worried.”
“He’s always been wonderful, you know,” Tom said. “He’s not a damn genius nor an athlete like Andy. He’s just wonderful. I know you love him the most and that’s right because he’s the best of us and I know this must be good for him or you wouldn’t let him do it. But it certainly makes me nervous.”
Thomas Hudson put an arm around his shoulder and steered, looking astern with only one hand on the wheel.
“The trouble is, Tommy, what it would do to him if we made him give it up. Roger and Eddy know everything about what they’re doing and I know they love him and wouldn’t have him do what he can’t do.”
“But there is no limit with him, papa. Truly. He’ll always do what he can’t do.”
“You trust me and I’ll trust Roger and Eddy.”
“All right. But I’m going to pray for him now.”
“You do,” said Thomas Hudson. “Why did you say I loved him the best?”
“You ought to.”
“I’ve loved you the longest.”
“Let’s not think about me nor you. Let’s both of us pray for Davy.”
“Good,” said Thomas Hudson. “Now look. We hooked him right at noon. There’s going to be some shade now. I think we’ve got some already. I’m going to work her around very softly and put Davy in the shade.”
Thomas Hudson called down to Roger. “If it’s OK with you, Roge, I’d like to work her around slow and put Dave in the shade. I don’t think it will make any difference with the fish the way he’s circling and we’ll be on his real course.”
“Fine,” Roger said. “I should have thought of it.”
“There hasn’t been any shade until now,” Thomas Hudson said. He worked the boat around so slowly, just swinging her on her stern, that they lost almost no line by the maneuver. David’s head and shoulders were now shaded by the aft part of the house. Eddy was wiping the boy’s neck and shoulders with a towel and putting alcohol on his back and on the back of his neck.
“How’s that, Dave?” young Tom called down to him.
“Wonderful,” David said.
“I feel better about him now,” young Tom said. “You know at school somebody said David was my half brother, not my real brother, and I told him we didn’t have half brothers in our family. I wish I didn’t worry so much though, papa.”
“You’ll get over it.”
“In a family like ours somebody has to worry,” young Tom said. “But I never worry about you anymore. It’s David now. I guess I better make a couple of more drinks. I can pray while I make them. Do you want one, papa?”
“I’d love one.”
“Eddy probably needs one pretty badly,” the boy said. “It must be nearly three hours. Eddy’s only had one drink in three hours. I’ve certainly been remiss about things. Why do you suppose Mr. Davis wouldn’t take one, papa?”
“I didn’t think he would take one while David was going through all that.”
“Maybe he will now Dave’s in the shade. I’ll try him now anyway.”
He went below.
“I don’t think so, Tommy,” Thomas Hudson heard Roger say.
“You haven’t had one all day, Mr. Davis,” Tom urged.
“Thanks, Tommy,” Roger said. “You drink a bottle of beer for me.” Then he called up to the wheel. “Put her ahead a little easy, Tom. He’s coming better on this tack.”