One, in fleeing from an apparent danger, jumped into a pool a foot square, which the other evidently regarded as his by right of prior discovery; in a twinkling the owner, with eyes flashing fury, and with dorsal fin bristling up in rage, dashed at the intruding foe.

The fight waxed furious, no tempest in a teapot ever equalled the storm of that miniature sea.

The warriors were now in the water, and anon out of it, for the battle raged on sea and shore.

They struck hard, they bit each other; until, becoming exhausted, they seized each other by the jaws like two bull-dogs, then paused for breath, and at it again as fiercely as before, until the combat ended by the precipitate retreat of the invader.
The muddy ground under the mangrove-trees is covered with soldier-crabs, which quickly slink into their holes on any symptom of danger.

When the ebbing tide retires, myriads of minute crabs emerge from their underground quarters, and begin to work like so many busy bees.