You come and put yours in." Of course Bigley did not respond to the invitation, and the banging and rattling went on for a few minutes longer.
"Why don't you chaps stand away from the light?
I can't see," cried Bob.

"That's better: now I can tell.

Look out, boys, look out! Here he comes." "Catch him in the net, Bob," I shouted.
"Yah! Don't talk stuff," was the answer.

"Look out! Is he coming your way ?" "No!" we both shouted, and then "Yes!" for there was a quick movement in the channel between the two pools, and the next instant a large eel was splashing and writhing in the water and sea-weed of the pool which we had baled.
"Here he is, Bob!" we shouted; and, as we finished the struggle which resulted in our getting the eel into one of the nets, and then out on the open rocks, and in a position to make it cease its writhings, Bob Chowne backed out to look on and help us gloat over our capture, which proved to be a plump young conger of a yard long.
"Well, that's something," said Bob.

"Now I'm going after the prawns.
No, you go, Sep," he said.