“Oh!” she screamed.
“What’s the matter?” asked Andy.
He knew a moment later, for the crustacean caught him by the left ankle in a firm grip, and held on, while the would-be joker danced about on one leg, holding the other up in the air with the lobster dangling from it. The tables were effectually turned.
CHAPTER IX
“THAR SHE BLOWS!”
“Take him off!” yelled Andy, dancing about. “Grab him, Chet. Wow! How he pinches!”
“Oh! Don’t let it get loose!” begged Miss Mabel, looking for a place upon which she could climb out of danger.
“Loose! That’s just what I want to do—get him loose!” cried Andy.
“How—how did it happen?” asked Chet innocently. “Was that a lobster you gave me, Andy?”
“Never mind what I gave you,” howled the youth. “Help me get him off.”
Now Chet was not a very wise youth, but he knew better than to pick off a lobster, especially when there was yet one large claw that wasn’t working, but which was waving about seeking for something else to pinch.