A polypus came up behind it, whilst the others continued their digestion.
"It's escaping!...

It's escaping!" cried Freya, palpitating with interest.
The crab scrambled through the stones, sheltering itself in their windings.

The polypus was no longer swimming; it was running like a terrestrial animal, climbing over the rocks by its armed extremities, which were now serving as apparatus of locomotion.

It was the struggle of a tiger with a mouse.

When the crab had half of its body already hidden within the green lichens of a hole, one of the heavy serpents fell upon its back clutching it with the irresistible suction of his air-holes, and causing it to disappear within his skein of tentacles.
"Ah!" sighed Freya, throwing herself back as though she were going to faint on Ulysses' breast.
He shuddered, feeling that a serpentine band of tremulous pressure had encircled his body.