Prince was having a joyous time running at large; but being a good tempered dog he paid little attention to the island dogs that chanced to challenge him. As they walked past a fish cleaning shanty, however, Prince made a discovery that quite startled him. There was a big basket on the stone before the door of the hut that seemed filled with wet seaweed. The inquisitive Prince was about to run his muzzle inquiringly into this sea herbage. Suddenly out of the middle of it appeared a pair of clashing claws, just the colour of the seaweed. Prince jumped back and barked. The lobster waved its claws in a most threatening fashion, and Carolyn could now see all its hard-shelled body nestling in the seaweed. The pointed, funny nose, with its long feelers waving about, was plainly visible; and the jointed claws clashed a challenge that Prince was altogether too wise to accept. "There, now, Princey Cameron," exclaimed Carolyn, "see what you've done! You've woke up that poor fish when maybe he wanted to sleep. And he came near to catching you. You'd better not fool with him. Come away!" Her mother was walking on, her parasol spread to shelter her from the sun's rays that were now getting uncomfortably warm. But Prince had suddenly a new source of interest. A big dog with a bushy tail came dashing across the road and stopped abruptly beside Prince and the lobster basket. The bigger dog's plume was waving gently, but whether in friendly greeting or not, was hard to decide. His eyes were red and fierce, and he was much bigger than Prince. "I _do_ wish you'd come away, Princey!" said the little girl anxiously. "I b'lieve he's one of those treachersome dogs that you never know what they mean--There!" The dog with the bushy tail snapped at Prince without any provocation whatever. "Oh! You stop that!" cried Carolyn, stamping her foot. Prince had growled a warning and jumped; then he put his nose to the snarling muzzle of the bushy-tailed dog. The latter was not very brave. He was just a bully, after all. He backed away from Prince and his tail drooped. Unfortunately it drooped directly across the lobster basket. The lobster played no favourites. It made no difference to it which dog was punished for arousing him. It reached up both claws and clamped them with true lobster-like tenacity to the bushy tail. Then was there a great to-do. Yelp upon yelp was emitted by the dog with the bushy tail as he started for home with a three pound lobster attached to his tail. The dog went so fast and so wildly that the lobster never hit the ground for twenty yards, and then only to bound into the air again and sail on with the panic-stricken animal. The owner of the lobster plunged out of the shack, wildly demanding: "Who's that? Who took my lobster?" "I'm sure, Mister, you can't blame Prince," said Carolyn May, with severity. "_He_ wouldn't steal your lobster, anyway. And of course he hasn't got a long enough tail for a lobster to get hold of."