"The spider—Oh! the spider crab—Oh!—"
"Control your agitation," said the doctor, who was quite pale, "tell us plainly—"
"The spider crab holds him by the throat—he is there—at the back—under the rock—wound round by webs—Ah!"
Christian Weber cast a cold glance toward his assistants, who, crowding around, with their eyes sticking out of their heads, were listening intently, and I heard him murmur:
"It's horrible! horrible!"
Then he resumed:
"You see him?"
"I see him—"
"And the spider—is it big?"
"Oh, master, never—never have I seen such a large one—not even on the banks of the Mocaris—nor in the lowlands of Konanama. It is as large as my head—!"