You may cut it up: I shan't." "Yes, I'll cut him in chunks and fry him when I get him," said Vince.
"He's coming, but it isn't a conger.

Comes up like a flat fish, only there can't be any here." "Oh, I don't know," said Mike.

"I daresay there's plenty of sand down below." "Well, it is a flat fish, and a heavy one too," said Vince, as he hauled in cautiously, full of excitement, drawing in foot after foot of his line; and then he cried, with a laugh, "Why, it's a big crab!" "Then you'll lose it, for certain.

'Tisn't hooked." "Shall I lose him!" said Vince, with another laugh, as he lifted out his prize for it to come on to the rock with a bang.

"Why, he has got the line twisted all round his claw, and--Ah! would you bite! I've got him safe this time, Mike." Safe enough; for, after the huge claws of the monstrous crab had been carefully tied with a couple of bits of fishing line, it was quite a task to disentangle the creature, which, in its eagerness to seize the bait, had passed the line round and under its curious armoured joints, and in its struggles to escape, made matters worse.
"This is about the finest we've seen, Mike," said Vince.