"Ay," the old man said. "Galanos. Come on, Galanos."
They came.
But they did not come as the Mako had come.
One turned and went out of sight under the skiff and the old man could feel the skiff shake as he jerked and pulled on the fish.
The other watched the old man with his slitted yellow eyes and then came in fast with his half circle of jaws wide to hit the fish where he had already been bitten.
The line showed clearly on the top of his brown head and back where the brain joined the spinal cord and the old man drove the knife on the oar into the juncture, withdrew it, and drove it in again into the shark's yellow cat-like eyes.
The shark let go of the fish and slid down, swallowing what he had taken as he died.
The skiff was still shaking with the destruction the other shark was doing to the fish and the old man let go the sheet so that the skiff would swing broadside and bring the shark out from under.
When he saw the shark he leaned over the side and punched at him.
He hit only meat and the hide was set hard and he barely got the knife in.