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The
lobster
would
leap
like
a
catapult
to
where
the
squid
was
apparently
idly
dreaming
,
and
the
squid
,
very
alert
,
would
dart
away
,
shooting
out
at
the
same
time
a
cloud
of
ink
,
behind
which
it
would
disappear
.
It
was
not
always
completely
successful
,
however
.
Small
portions
of
its
body
or
its
tail
were
frequently
left
in
the
claws
of
the
monster
below
.
Fascinated
by
the
drama
,
young
Cowperwood
came
daily
to
watch
.
One
morning
he
stood
in
front
of
the
tank
,
his
nose
almost
pressed
to
the
glass
.
Only
a
portion
of
the
squid
remained
,
and
his
ink-bag
was
emptier
than
ever
.
In
the
corner
of
the
tank
sat
the
lobster
,
poised
apparently
for
action
.
The
boy
stayed
as
long
as
he
could
,
the
bitter
struggle
fascinating
him
.
Now
,
maybe
,
or
in
an
hour
or
a
day
,
the
squid
might
die
,
slain
by
the
lobster
,
and
the
lobster
would
eat
him
.
He
looked
again
at
the
greenish-copperish
engine
of
destruction
in
the
corner
and
wondered
when
this
would
be
.
To-night
,
maybe
.
He
would
come
back
to-night
.
He
returned
that
night
,
and
lo
!
the
expected
had
happened
.
There
was
a
little
crowd
around
the
tank
.
The
lobster
was
in
the
corner
.
Before
him
was
the
squid
cut
in
two
and
partially
devoured
.
"
He
got
him
at
last
,
"
observed
one
bystander
.
"
I
was
standing
right
here
an
hour
ago
,
and
up
he
leaped
and
grabbed
him
.
The
squid
was
too
tired
.
He
was
n't
quick
enough
.
He
did
back
up
,
but
that
lobster
he
calculated
on
his
doing
that
.
He
's
been
figuring
on
his
movements
for
a
long
time
now
.
He
got
him
to-day
.
"
Frank
only
stared
.
Too
bad
he
had
missed
this
.
The
least
touch
of
sorrow
for
the
squid
came
to
him
as
he
stared
at
it
slain
.
Then
he
gazed
at
the
victor
.
"
That
's
the
way
it
has
to
be
,
I
guess
,
"
he
commented
to
himself
.
"
That
squid
was
n't
quick
enough
.
"
He
figured
it
out
.
"
The
squid
could
n't
kill
the
lobster
--
he
had
no
weapon
.
The
lobster
could
kill
the
squid
--
he
was
heavily
armed
.
There
was
nothing
for
the
squid
to
feed
on
;
the
lobster
had
the
squid
as
prey
.
What
was
the
result
to
be
?
What
else
could
it
be
?
He
did
n't
have
a
chance
,
"
he
concluded
finally
,
as
he
trotted
on
homeward
.
The
incident
made
a
great
impression
on
him
.
It
answered
in
a
rough
way
that
riddle
which
had
been
annoying
him
so
much
in
the
past
:
"
How
is
life
organized
?
"
Things
lived
on
each
other
--
that
was
it
.
Lobsters
lived
on
squids
and
other
things
.
What
lived
on
lobsters
?
Men
,
of
course
!
Sure
,
that
was
it
!
And
what
lived
on
men
?
he
asked
himself
.
Was
it
other
men
?
Wild
animals
lived
on
men
.
And
there
were
Indians
and
cannibals
.
And
some
men
were
killed
by
storms
and
accidents
.
He
was
n't
so
sure
about
men
living
on
men
;
but
men
did
kill
each
other
.
How
about
wars
and
street
fights
and
mobs
?
He
had
seen
a
mob
once
.
It
attacked
the
Public
Ledger
building
as
he
was
coming
home
from
school
.
His
father
had
explained
why
.
It
was
about
the
slaves
.
That
was
it
!
Sure
,
men
lived
on
men
.
Look
at
the
slaves
.
They
were
men
.
That
's
what
all
this
excitement
was
about
these
days
.
Men
killing
other
men
--
negroes
He
went
on
home
quite
pleased
with
himself
at
his
solution
.
