"Take him off yourself!" exclaimed Sammy. "Think we want to get nipped?"
"Look out! You'll upset the boat!" cautioned Bob. "Keep still; can't you?"
"No, I can't, and I guess you couldn't, either, with a big blue-claw crab nipping you!" cried Frank. "Ouch! Get him off; can't you!"
He was trying to do this for himself, but the crab, that was one of the biggest caught, had one claw free, and every time Frank reached out his hand to grasp the creature, and pull it from his toe, the crab would open his other claw, and wave it around threateningly. So Frank was a bit cautious about taking hold of the creature.
"Look out! The others are getting out!" cried Sammy, as he glanced at the basket of crabs.
It was only too true. The boys had paid no attention to their catch for some time, and the crabs had pushed their way up from beneath the seaweed, and were crawling over the edge.
"Clap something on top of the basket!" cried Sammy. "Hand me that board, Frank."
"Can't! I've got troubles of my own! Ouch, let go, can't you!" he cried to the crab, which did not seem to want to do this.
"Wow! One's got me, too!" exclaimed Bob, turning quickly about.