To his horrified amazement he did not go as many inches, nor the half of it! And then another something, small but terrible, fastened itself upon his shoulder.
"Then the black, murky cloud thinned quite away; and Little Sword saw what had happened.

The pale creature, having reached a rock to which he could anchor himself with a couple of his feelers, had turned savagely upon his rash assailant.

Little Sword was the prisoner of those two longer tentacles.

They were trying to drag him down within reach of the other feelers, which writhed up at him like a lot of hideous snakes." "Ugh!" cried the Babe with a shudder.

"But how did they hold on to him ?" "You see," said Uncle Andy, "every feeler, long or short, had a row of saucer-shaped suckers along its underside, like the heads of those rubber-tipped arrows which I've seen you shooting at the wall, and which stick where they strike.