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"I do not like for him to waken me. It is as though I were inferior."

"I know."

"Sleep well, old man."

The boy went out.

They had eaten with no light on the table and the old man took off his trousers and went to bed in the dark.

He rolled his trousers up to make a pillow, putting the newspaper inside them.

He rolled himself in the blanket and slept on the other old newspapers that covered the springs of the bed.

He was asleep in a short time and he dreamed of Africa when he was a boy and the long golden beaches and the white beaches, so white they hurt your eyes, and the high capes and the great brown mountains.

He lived along that coast now every night and in his dreams he heard the surf roar and saw the native boats come riding through it.

He smelled the tar and oakum of the deck as he slept and he smelled the smell of Africa that the land breeze brought at morning.

Usually when he smelled the land breeze he woke up and dressed to go and wake the boy.

But tonight the smell of the land breeze came very early and he knew it was too early in his dream and went on dreaming to see the white peaks of the Islands rising from the sea and then he dreamed of the different harbours and roadsteads of the Canary Islands.

He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife.

He only dreamed of places now and of the lions on the beach.

They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy.

He never dreamed about the boy.

He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on.

He urinated outside the shack and then went up the road to wake the boy.

He was shivering with the morning cold.

But he knew he would shiver himself warm and that soon he would be rowing.

The door of the house where the boy lived was unlocked and he opened it and walked in quietly with his bare feet.

The boy was asleep on a cot in the first room and the old man could see him clearly with the light that came in from the dying moon.

He took hold of one foot gently and held it until the boy woke and turned and looked at him.

The old man nodded and the boy took his trousers from the chair by the bed and, sitting on the bed, pulled them on.

The old man went out the door and the boy came after him. He was sleepy and the old man put his arm across his shoulders and said, "I am sorry."

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