"They had gone one day and one night with their elbows on a chalk line...forearms straight and hands gripped tight. Each was trying to force the other's hand onto the table."...he was not an old man then but Santiago El Champeon...he unleashed his efforts and forced the hand of the negro down and down until it rested on the wood."
"They had gone one day and one night with their elbows on a chalk line...forearms straight and hands gripped tight. Each was trying to force the other's hand onto the table."...he was not an old man then but Santiago El Champeon...he unleashed his efforts and forced the hand of the negro down and down until it rested on the wood."
From Old Man and The Sea