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."
"Qué va," the boy said. "It is what a man must do."