Ugh! fancy one of those things getting one of his eight legs, all over suckers, round you, and trying to pull you into his hole." "Take out your knife and cut the arm off.

They're not legs." "I don't know what they are: just as much legs as arms.

They walk on 'em.

Might be lobsters and crabs, too, as big as we are.

Think of one of them giving you a nip!" "Wish he would," said Vince, with a grin.