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"
But
there
were
n't
many
crabs
in
those
days
,
"
the
old
man
wandered
on
.
"
They
were
fished
out
,
and
they
were
great
delicacies
.
The
open
season
was
only
a
month
long
,
too
.
And
now
crabs
are
accessible
the
whole
year
around
.
Think
of
it
--
catching
all
the
crabs
you
want
,
any
time
you
want
,
in
the
surf
of
the
Cliff
House
beach
!
"
A
sudden
commotion
among
the
goats
brought
the
boys
to
their
feet
.
The
dogs
about
the
fire
rushed
to
join
their
snarling
fellow
who
guarded
the
goats
,
while
the
goats
themselves
stampeded
in
the
direction
of
their
human
protectors
.
A
half
dozen
forms
,
lean
and
gray
,
glided
about
on
the
sand
hillocks
and
faced
the
bristling
dogs
.
Edwin
arched
an
arrow
that
fell
short
.
But
Hare-Lip
,
with
a
sling
such
as
David
carried
into
battle
against
Goliath
,
hurled
a
stone
through
the
air
that
whistled
from
the
speed
of
its
flight
.
It
fell
squarely
among
the
wolves
and
caused
them
to
slink
away
toward
the
dark
depths
of
the
eucalyptus
forest
.
The
boys
laughed
and
lay
down
again
in
the
sand
,
while
Granser
sighed
ponderously
.
He
had
eaten
too
much
,
and
,
with
hands
clasped
on
his
paunch
,
the
fingers
interlaced
,
he
resumed
his
maunderings
.
"'
The
fleeting
systems
lapse
like
foam
,
"'
he
mumbled
what
was
evidently
a
quotation
.
"
That
's
it
--
foam
,
and
fleeting
.
All
man
's
toil
upon
the
planet
was
just
so
much
foam
.
He
domesticated
the
serviceable
animals
,
destroyed
the
hostile
ones
,
and
cleared
the
land
of
its
wild
vegetation
.
And
then
he
passed
,
and
the
flood
of
primordial
life
rolled
back
again
,
sweeping
his
handiwork
away
--
the
weeds
and
the
forest
inundated
his
fields
,
the
beasts
of
prey
swept
over
his
flocks
,
and
now
there
are
wolves
on
the
Cliff
House
beach
.
"
He
was
appalled
by
the
thought
.
"
Where
four
million
people
disported
themselves
,
the
wild
wolves
roam
to-day
,
and
the
savage
progeny
of
our
loins
,
with
prehistoric
weapons
,
defend
themselves
against
the
fanged
despoilers
.
Think
of
it
!
And
all
because
of
the
Scarlet
Death
--
"
The
adjective
had
caught
Hare-Lip
's
ear
.
"
He
's
always
saying
that
,
"
he
said
to
Edwin
.
"
What
is
scarlet
?
"
"'
The
scarlet
of
the
maples
can
shake
me
like
the
cry
of
bugles
going
by
,
"'
the
old
man
quoted
.
"
It
's
red
,
"
Edwin
answered
the
question
.
"
And
you
do
n't
know
it
because
you
come
from
the
Chauffeur
Tribe
.
They
never
did
know
nothing
,
none
of
them
.
Scarlet
is
red
--
I
know
that
.
"
