"Here's something alive in a hole here." "Well, why don't you pull it out ?" cried Bob.
"I--I don't know," I said.

But I'm afraid I did know.

The feeling, though, that my companions were laughing at me was too much, and with a sudden burst of energy I thrust my hand right into the rift again, felt down cautiously till my hand touched, not the slimy serpentine form of an eel, but the hard back of a shell-fish, and as I touched it, there was a curious scuffling down beneath my fingers that told me it was a crab.
"Hooray, boys!" I shouted.

"Crab!" "Have him out, Sep! Mind he don't nip you!" they shouted; and after a minute's hesitation I plunged my hand into the hole again, knowing that I must feel for a safe place to get hold of the claw-armed creature, so that I should not have to suffer a severe pinch or two, from its nippers.
I was pretty quick, but the crab was quicker, and as I caught it the left claw seized tight hold, but only of my sleeve.
My natural instinct was to start back, and this had the effect of dragging the crab out of its lurking place, and I ran to the opening holding out my arm, just as the crab dropped with quite a crash into the little channel, and then began running sidewise back towards me and the darkness.
I stopped my prisoner with my foot, and he scuffled back and into the little empty pool, where he tried hard to hide himself under the sea-weed fronds, but Bigley worked him out, and by clever management avoided the pincers, which were held up threateningly, and popped him into one of the baskets.
"It's my turn now," said Bigley.

"Think there's anything else ?" "I don't know," I said.