By a dexterous move, he captured the crab.
"Don't you come back here with it," commanded Beth.
There was a space free from crabs between Harvey and the window. He ran to the window and threw the crab out.
January chanced to be working not far away, and Harvey spied him.
"Come in here quick, January," he cried. "There are a lot of crabs after us."
January, for a wonder, came running, and his valor for once proved remarkable. He showed no fear of the crabs, and darted around so quickly that he caught every one in the room. The one-legged one that Harvey had thrown out of the window was never found. Perhaps it made its way back to the river, and told of its harrowing experiences on land, and especially how it had lost its claw.
Fritz limped for several days after his experience with the crab and Beth had a terrible nightmare that night in which crabs were giants with claws of iron.