ALBACORA 55 



"You didn't catch the fish," Lou said. 



"Any fish I don't get in two hours," I insisted, "de- 

 serves to get away. I'll cut him loose and go for another 

 fish." 



"Have you ever cut a fish loose?" Lou asked. 



"No," I said. 



Jo Manning and Lou started laughing all over again. 



Soon Jo left to get a good night's sleep, Lou began 

 getting ready for bed and I suddenly found myself 

 shivering. Not until my teeth began chattering did Lou 

 finally turn around. 



"Hear something clicking?" he said. 



"Yes," I said. "My teeth." 



"What's the matter?" he asked. 



"I'm cold. This room is like a camp on Mount Ever- 

 est." Then I stopped talking and went back to freezing 

 to death. 



"If there's one thing I can't stand," Lou said, with a 

 wide grin, "it's clicking noises. I think we'll have to do 

 something to warm you up." 



"Lou," I said, quickly, "I may have a fractured hip." 



He kept grinning and walked over to the dresser that 

 I had been using. "Relax," he said, "it's been a wearing 

 day for me, too." Then he began searching through the 

 drawers. 



"What do you want?" I said. "Just tell me what you 

 want and I'll tell you where to find it." 



"Got it," Lou said, proudly. "Got it all by myself." 



