Whilst I was vainly trying to find a more favourable place, I heard my dear Jack uttering most alarming cries.

I seized my hatchet, and ran to his assistance.

I found him up to the knees in a shallow pool, with a large lobster holding his leg in its sharp claws.

It made off at my approach; but I was determined it should pay for the fright it had given me.
Cautiously taking it up, I brought it out, followed by Jack, who, now very triumphant, wished to present it himself to his mother, after watching how I held it.

But he had hardly got it into his hands, when it gave him such a violent blow on the cheek with its tail, that he let it fall, and began to cry again.