"All right, Mun Bun. I'll be there in just a second. Hold him under
water so he won't let go, and I'll get him for you."

Daddy Bunker, who had been reading the paper on the porch of Cousin
Tom's bungalow at Seaview, hurried down to the little pier that was
built out into Clam River. On the end of the pier stood a little boy,
who was called Mun Bun, but whose real name was Munroe Ford Bunker.
However, he was almost always called Mun Bun.

"Come quick, Daddy, or he'll get away!" cried Mun Bun, and he leaned a
little way over the edge of the pier to look at something which was on
the end of a line he held. The something was down under water.

"Be careful, Mun Bun! Don't fall in!" cried his father, who, having
caught up a long-handled net, was now running down a little hill to the
pier. "Be careful!" he repeated.

"I will," answered the little boy, shaking his golden hair out of his
blue eyes, as he tried to get a better view of what he had caught. "Oh,
but he's a big one, and he winks his claws at me!"

"Well, as long as the crab doesn't pinch you you'll be all right," said
Daddy Bunker.

There! I meant to tell you before that Mun Bun was catching crabs, and
not fish, as you might have supposed at first. He had a long string,
with a piece of meat on the end, and he had been dangling this in the
water of Clam River, from Cousin Tom's boat pier.