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〃What； have you been naughty； and have they put you in the lock… up？〃 asked Tom。
The lobster felt a little indignant at such a notion； but he was too much depressed in spirits to argue； so he only said； 〃I can't get out。〃
〃Why did you get in？〃
〃After that nasty piece of dead fish。〃 He had thought it looked and smelt very nice when he was outside； and so it did； for a lobster： but now he turned round and abused it because he was angry with himself。
〃Where did you get in？〃
〃Through that round hole at the top。〃
〃Then why don't you get out through it？〃
〃Because I can't：〃 and the lobster twiddled his horns more fiercely than ever； but he was forced to confess。
〃I have jumped upwards； downwards； backwards； and sideways； at least four thousand times； and I can't get out： I always get up underneath there； and can't find the hole。〃
Tom looked at the trap； and having more wit than the lobster； he saw plainly enough what was the matter； as you may if you will look at a lobster…pot。
〃Stop a bit；〃 said Tom。 〃Turn your tail up to me； and I'll pull you through hindforemost； and then you won't stick in the spikes。〃
But the lobster was so stupid and clumsy that he couldn't hit the hole。 Like a great many fox…hunters； he was very sharp as long as he was in his own country； but as soon as they get out of it they lose their heads； and so the lobster； so to speak； lost his tail。
Tom reached and clawed down the hole after him； till he caught hold of him； and then； as was to be expected； the clumsy lobster pulled him in head foremost。
〃Hullo！ here is a pretty business；〃 said Tom。 〃Now take your great claws； and break the points off those spikes； and then we shall both get out easily。〃
〃Dear me； I never thought of that；〃 said the lobster； 〃and after all the experience of life that I have had！〃
You see； experience is of very little good unless a man； or a lobster； has wit enough to make use of it。 For a good many people； like old Polonius； have seen all the world； and yet remain little better than children after all。
But they had not got half the spikes away when they saw a great dark cloud over them： and lo； and behold； it was the otter。
How she did grin and grin when she saw Tom。 〃Yar！〃 said she； 〃you little meddlesome wretch； I have you now！ I will serve you out for telling the salmon where I was！〃 And she crawled all over the pot to get in。
Tom was horribly frightened； and still more frightened when she found the hole in the top； and squeezed herself right down through it； all eyes and teeth。 But no sooner was her head inside than valiant Mr。 Lobster caught her by the nose and held on。
And there they were all three in the pot； rolling over and over； and very tight packing it was。 And the lobster tore at the otter； and the otter tore at the lobster； and both squeezed and thumped poor Tom till he had no breath left in his body； and I don't know what would have happened to him if he had not at last got on the otter's back； and safe out of the hole。
He was right glad when he got out： but he would not desert his friend who had saved him； and the first time he saw his tail uppermost he caught hold of it； and pulled with all his might。
But the lobster would not let go。
〃Come along；〃 said Tom； 〃don't you see she is dead？〃 And so she was； quite drowned and dead。
And that was the end of the wicked otter。
But the lobster would not let go。
〃Come along； you stupid old stick…in…the…mud；〃 cried Tom； 〃or the fisherman will catch you！〃 And that was true； for Tom felt some one above beginning to haul up the pot。
But the lobster would not let go。 Tom saw the fisherman haul him up to the boat…side； and thought it was all up with him。 But when Mr。 Lobster saw the fisherman； he gave such a furious and tremendous snap； that he snapped out of his hand； and out of the pot； and safe into the sea。 But he left his knobbed claw behind him； for it never came into his stupid head to let go after all； so he just shook his claw off as the easier method。 It was something of a bull； that； but you must know the lobster was an Irish lobster； and was hatched off Island Magee at the mouth of Belfast Lough。
Tom asked the lobster why he never thought of letting go。 He said very determinedly that it was a point of honour among lobsters。 And so it is； as the Mayor of Plymouth found out once to his cost … eight or nine hundred years ago； of course； for if it had happened lately it would be personal to mention it。
For one day he was so tired with sitting on a hard chair； in a grand furred gown； with a gold chain round his neck； hearing one policeman after another come in and sing； 〃What shall we do with the drunken sailor； so early in the morning？〃 and answering them each exactly alike：
〃Put him in the round house till he gets sober； so early in the morning〃 …
That； when it was over； he jumped up； and played leap…frog with the town…clerk till he burst his buttons； and then had his luncheon； and burst some more buttons； and then said： 〃It is a low spring… tide； I shall go out this afternoon and cut my capers。〃
Now he did not mean to cut such capers as you eat with boiled mutton。 It was the commandant of artillery at Valetta who used to amuse himself with cutting them； and who stuck upon one of the bastions a notice； 〃No one allowed to cut capers here but me；〃 which greatly edified the midshipmen in port； and the Maltese on the Nix Mangiare stairs。 But all that the mayor meant was that he would go and have an afternoon's fun； like any schoolboy； and catch lobsters with an iron hook。
So to the Mewstone he went； and for lobsters he looked。 And when he came to a certain crack in the rocks he was so excited that； instead of putting in his hook； he put in his hand； and Mr。 Lobster was at home； and caught him by the finger； and held on。
〃Yah！〃 said the mayor； and pulled as hard as he dared： but the more he pulled； the more the lobster pinched； till he was forced to be quiet。
Then he tried to get his hook in with his other hand； but the hole was too narrow。
Then he pulled again； but he could not stand the pain。
Then he shouted and bawled for help： but there was no one nearer him than the men…of…war inside the breakwater。
Then he began to turn a little pale； for the tide flowed； and still the lobster held on。
Then he turned quite white； for the tide was up to his knees； and still the lobster held on。
Then he thought of cutting off his finger； but he wanted two things to do it with … courage and a knife； and he had got neither。
Then he turned quite yellow； for the tide was up to his waist； and still the lobster held on。
Then he thought over all the naughty things he ever had done； all the sand which he had put in the sugar； and the sloe…leaves in the tea； and the water in the treacle； and the salt in the tobacco （because his brother was a brewer； and a man must help his own kin）。
Then he turned quite blue； for the tide was up to his breast； and still the lobster held on。
Then； I have no doubt； he repented fully of all the said naughty things which he had done； and promised to mend his life； as too many do when they think they hav