It felt like a tremendously great polly-squiggle with a big parrot's beak, and my hand nearly went in." "Get out!" said Bob, "there are no big ones." "How do you know ?" retorted Bigley.

"That felt just like a large one." "Did he take hold of you with his suckers ?" I said.
"No, I didn't give him time." "If it had been a polly-squiggle it would have got you fast directly with its suckers," I said oracularly.
"Never mind what it was, old Big.

Go in and fetch it out again." "No; one of you two go, I don't like," said Bigley.

"You can't see where you're putting your hand; and suppose he bites it off ?" "Why, then, you could have a wooden peg," said Bob sneeringly.

"Here, come out, my poor little man, and let me go in.