FIGHTING, AMMUNITION 105 



Place something the ants like to eat on the pavement be- 

 tween the two colonies. The ants of No. 1 colony find it 

 first. Then come the ants of No. 2 and the battle begins. 



ALBERT. All right, I have the picture so far. 



KENNETH. Recruits come and pile up two or three 

 deep at the center and the mass looks like it is boiling. 

 It is a hand-to-hand fight. Now the great mass begins to 

 separate into groups. In all, these cover several square 

 feet. 



ALBERT. It's all right if I only knew for which side I 

 am to root. 



KENNETH. Generally one ant is fighting one, but in 

 places it is two, three, four, five or six against one. Here 

 several have surrounded one and are pulling its legs off, 

 and there they are tearing one to pieces. 



ALBERT. It's a battle, all right. 



KENNETH. See the two standing on hind legs with 

 jaws locked and trying to sting or gas each other. Yonder 

 it looks like a football rush and here a tug of war. This 

 one has her helpless enemy by the face and that one has 

 lost her nerve, is running wild and snapping at any ant 

 she passes. 



DOROTHY. Come on, Florence; let's go. 



KENNETH. Now some ants have lost a feeler, others a 

 leg, a few have but one leg left, and some are cut in two. 

 Still recruits come rushing in. There a line is breaking for 

 home, but here the recruits meet and still grapple. 



ALBERT. I fear you are nearing the end. 



KENNETH. The center of the battle now sways toward 

 one nest, now toward the other. At last one side seems to 

 be winning the day. The warriors now cover a space six 

 inches wide and two feet long. The recruits have quit 



