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The
ancient
caught
his
staff
in
a
tighter
grip
and
urged
along
the
trail
,
his
old
eyes
shining
greedily
.
“
I
hope
Har
-
Lip
’
s
found
a
crab
.
.
.
or
two
,
”
he
mumbled
.
“
They
’
re
good
eating
,
crabs
,
mighty
good
eating
when
you
’
ve
no
more
teeth
and
you
’
ve
got
grandsons
that
love
their
old
grandsire
and
make
a
point
of
catching
crabs
for
him
.
When
I
was
a
boy
—
”
When
I
was
a
boy
--
"
But
Edwin
,
suddenly
stopped
by
what
he
saw
,
was
drawing
the
bowstring
on
a
fitted
arrow
.
He
had
paused
on
the
brink
of
a
crevasse
in
the
embankment
.
An
ancient
culvert
had
here
washed
out
,
and
the
stream
,
no
longer
confined
,
had
cut
a
passage
through
the
fill
.
On
the
opposite
side
,
the
end
of
a
rail
projected
and
overhung
.
It
showed
rustily
through
the
creeping
vines
which
overran
it
.
Beyond
,
crouching
by
a
bush
,
a
rabbit
looked
across
at
him
in
trembling
hesitancy
.
Fully
fifty
feet
was
the
distance
,
but
the
arrow
flashed
true
;
and
the
transfixed
rabbit
,
crying
out
in
sudden
fright
and
hurt
,
struggled
painfully
away
into
the
brush
.
The
boy
himself
was
a
flash
of
brown
skin
and
flying
fur
as
he
bounded
down
the
steep
wall
of
the
gap
and
up
the
other
side
.
His
lean
muscles
were
springs
of
steel
that
released
into
graceful
and
efficient
action
.
A
hundred
feet
beyond
,
in
a
tangle
of
bushes
,
he
overtook
the
wounded
creature
,
knocked
its
head
on
a
convenient
tree
-
trunk
,
and
turned
it
over
to
Granser
to
carry
.
“
Rabbit
is
good
,
very
good
,
”
the
ancient
quavered
,
“
but
when
it
comes
to
a
toothsome
delicacy
I
prefer
crab
.
When
I
was
a
boy
—
”
When
I
was
a
boy
--
"
“
Why
do
you
say
so
much
that
ain
’
t
got
no
sense
?
”
Edwin
impatiently
interrupted
the
other
’
s
threatened
garrulousness
.
The
boy
did
not
exactly
utter
these
words
,
but
something
that
remotely
resembled
them
and
that
was
more
guttural
and
explosive
and
economical
of
qualifying
phrases
.
His
speech
showed
distant
kinship
with
that
of
the
old
man
,
and
the
latter
’
s
speech
was
approximately
an
English
that
had
gone
through
a
bath
of
corrupt
usage
.
“
What
I
want
to
know
,
”
Edwin
continued
,
“
is
why
you
call
crab
’
toothsome
delicacy
’
?
Crab
is
crab
,
ain
’
t
it
?
No
one
I
never
heard
calls
it
such
funny
things
.
”
Crab
is
crab
,
ai
n't
it
?
No
one
I
never
heard
calls
it
such
funny
things
.
"
The
old
man
sighed
but
did
not
answer
,
and
they
moved
on
in
silence
.
The
surf
grew
suddenly
louder
,
as
they
emerged
from
the
forest
upon
a
stretch
of
sand
dunes
bordering
the
sea
.
A
few
goats
were
browsing
among
the
sandy
hillocks
,
and
a
skin
-
clad
boy
,
aided
by
a
wolfish
-
looking
dog
that
was
only
faintly
reminiscent
of
a
collie
,
was
watching
them
.
Mingled
with
the
roar
of
the
surf
was
a
continuous
,
deep
-
throated
barking
or
bellowing
,
which
came
from
a
cluster
of
jagged
rocks
a
hundred
yards
out
from
shore
.
Here
huge
sea
-
lions
hauled
themselves
up
to
lie
in
the
sun
or
battle
with
one
another
.
In
the
immediate
foreground
arose
the
smoke
of
a
fire
,
tended
by
a
third
savage
-
looking
boy
.
Crouched
near
him
were
several
wolfish
dogs
similar
to
the
one
that
guarded
the
goats
.
The
old
man
accelerated
his
pace
,
sniffing
eagerly
as
he
neared
the
fire
.
“
Mussels
!
”
he
muttered
ecstatically
.
he
muttered
ecstatically
.
"
Mussels
!
And
ai
n't
that
a
crab
,
Hoo-Hoo
?
Ai
n't
that
a
crab
?
My
,
my
,
you
boys
are
good
to
your
old
grandsire
.
"
