“I’m not asking for any favors,” Brody said. “I know you’ve got a living to make. But this fish is killing people. I want to stop it. I want to save lives. I want your help. Can’t you at least treat me the way you treat regular clients?”

“You’re breaking my heart,” said Quint. “You got a fish needs killing, I’ll try to kill it for you. No guarantees, but I’ll do my best. And my best is worth four hundred dollars a day.”

Brody sighed. “I don’t know that the selectmen will give me the money.”

“You’ll find it somewhere.”

“How long do you think it’ll take to catch the fish?”

“A day, a week, a month. Who knows? We may never find him. He may go away.”

“Don’t I wish,” said Brody. He paused. “Okay,” he said finally. “I guess we don’t have any choice.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Can you start tomorrow?”

“Nope. Monday’s the earliest. I got a party tomorrow.”

“A party? What do you mean, a dinner party?”

Quint laughed again, the same piercing bark. “A charter party,” he said. “You don’t do much fishing.”

Brody blushed. “No, that’s right. Can’t you cancel them? If we’re paying all that money, it seems to me we deserve a little special service.”

“Nope. They’re regular customers. I couldn’t do that to them or I’d lose their business. You’re just a one-shot deal.”

“Suppose you run into the big fish tomorrow. Will you try to catch him?”

“That would save you a lot of money, wouldn’t it? We won’t see your fish. We’re going due east. Terrific fishing due east. You oughta try it sometime.”

“You had it all figured out, right?”

“There’s one more thing,” said Quint. “I’m gonna need a man with me. I lost my mate, and I wouldn’t feel comfortable taking on that big a fish without an extra pair of hands.”

“Lost your mate? What, overboard?”

“No, he quit. He got nerves. Happens to most people after a while in this work. They get to thinking too much.”

“But it doesn’t happen to you.”

“No. I know I’m smarter ’n the fish.”

“And that’s enough, just being smarter?”

“Has been so far. I’m still alive. What about it? You got a man for me?”

“You can’t find another mate?”

“Not this quick, and not for this kind of work.”

“Who are you going to use tomorrow?”

“Some kid. But I won’t take him out after a big white.”

“I can understand that,” said Brody, beginning to doubt the wisdom of approaching Quint for help. He added casually, “I’ll be there, you know.” He was shocked by the words as soon as he said them, appalled at what he had committed himself to do.

“You? Ha!”

Brody smarted under Quint’s derision. “I can handle myself,” he said.

“Maybe. I don’t know you. But you can’t handle a big fish if you don’t know nothing about fishing. Can you swim?”

“Of course. What has that got to do with anything?”