As he moved the net through the water there was always one just before it or behind it; but at least ten minutes elapsed before he managed to get one in it.

At length, when his arms were weary and his patience almost exhausted, the submerged net became heavy, and the handle shook in his grasp.

He shortened his hold and began to pull in hand over hand.

He had a lobster, a big lobster.
He could see a pair of claws opening and shutting wickedly.

He raised the creature through the opening, balanced the net on its edge, rose on one knee, tried to stand erect, stumbled, lost his hold on the handle and shot the lobster neatly out of the meshes, over the edge of the car, and into the free waters of the channel.