De water on 'em's all good, dry water, like de res' ob de bay." And, so saying, Dick tumbled over in, with a spatter which made Ford Foster tread on two of three crabs in getting away from it.

It was not the first time, by many, that Dick Lee had found himself bathing in that bay without any time given him to undress.
And now it was discovered that the shipwrecked crabber had never for one instant lost his hold of the line, to the other end of which was fastened his precious sheep's-head.
They made a regular crabbing crew now,--two to pull up, and one to scoop in; and never had the sprawling game been more plentiful on that pasture, or more apparently in a greedy hurry to be captured.
"What on earth shall we do with them all ?" asked Ford.
"Soon's we've got enough for a mess for both our folks," said Dab, "we'll quit this, and go for some fish.

The clams are good bait, and we can try some of your tackle." Ford's face brightened a good deal at that suggestion, for he had more than once cast a crest fallen look at his pretentious box.

But he replied,-- "A mess! How many crabs can one man eat ?" "I don't know," said Dab.

"It depends a good deal on who he is.