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           "That’sright,Pop,Iremember."

           "SoIjoostsayyoudon’thaveyounogoodfortunewiththemworms.ThishereisthemonthwithonebigChinookrun—su-ure.Herringyouneed.Su-ure.Youjigyousomeherringandusethosefellowsforbait,thenyouhavesomegoodfortune."

           Hisvoicewentupattheendofeverysentence—for-chune—likehewasaskingaquestion.Hisbigchin,alreadyscrubbedsomuchthismorninghe’dwornthehideoffit,noddedupanddownatMcMurphyonceortwice,thenturnedhimaroundtoleadhimdownthehalltowardtheendoftheline.McMurphycalledhimback.

           "Now,hold‘eraminute,George;youtalklikeyouknowsomethingaboutthisfishin’business."

           GeorgeturnedandshuffledbacktoMcMurphy,listingbacksofaritlookedlikehisfeethadnavigatedrightoutfromunderhim.

           "Youbet,su-ure.Twenty-fiveyearIworktheChinooktrollers,allthewayfromHalfMoonBaytoPugetSound.Twenty-fiveyearIfish—beforeIgetsodirty."Heheldouthishandsforustoseethedirtonthem.Everybodyaroundleanedoverandlooked.Ididn’tseethedirtbutIdidseescarsworndeepintothewhitepalmsfromhaulingathousandmilesoffishinglineoutofthesea.Heletuslookaminute,thenrolledthehandsshutanddrewthemawayandhidtheminhispajamashirtlikewemightdirtythemlooking,andstoodgrinningatMcMurphywithgumslikebrine-bleachedpork.

           "Ihadagoodtrollerboat,joostfortyfeet,butshedrewtwelvefeetwaterandshewassolidteakandsolidoak."