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Yanished* And that was that* 
Tha light had not gone completaly bad, so I took ona of the little red 
pistol shrimps I had filched from an anemone earlier in the day and put 
him down near a similar anemone (annulata) to find out what would happen. 
He dove in among the tentacles as though he were a prodigal returning homo — 
and in about two seconds came tumbling back out again with one of the resident 
pistol shrimps hot cn his heels letting off a volley of shots. Ha huddled 
at the very outer fringe of the anemone’s tentacles, and each passing fish 
would make a pass at him. He edged back into the sheltering arms and 
disappeared — only to reappear after more gunfire on the other edge of the 
anemone with a pistol shrimp in pursuit. 
At this point I ran out of film and went twenty feet for my other camera. 
When I returned all was quiet. I waited twenty minutes, and not a sign of 
commotion appeared in the tentacles of the anemone. I have no idea, how the 
battle had ended. 
On the way home we stopped at a neighboring reeflet and found a half- 
dozen more oucumbeis for another try at photographing a fierasfer. 
August 4. 
Dr. Schmitt put our supply of cucumbers in a tub of water in the sun 
and stood watch overtnem for an hour or so this morning, and before Tom 
and I were ready for the day’s v/ork he had two of the little fish out in 
the open and ready for business. 
