Chapter 12

“Octopuses,” said he, “that’s what I calls ’em. Talk about fishers of men—fighters of fish it is this time!” “It ain’t no murder killing beasts like that,” said the first speaker. “Why not shell the darned things strite off and finish ’em?” said the little dark man. “You carn tell what they might do.” “Where’s your shells?” said the first speaker. “There ain’t no time. Do it in a rush, that’s my tip, and do it at once.” So they discussed it. After a while I left them, and went on to the railway station to get as ma…