Only _these_ suckers could _hold on_, I can tell you, so fast that _you_ could never have pulled off even the littlest of them.
"Little Sword looked down into the awful eyes of the Inkmaker, and realized that he had made a great mistake.

But he was game all through.

It was not for a swordfish, however young, to give in to any odds.

Besides, just below those two great eyes, which stared up at him without ever a wink, he saw a terrible beak of a mouth, which opened and shut as if impatient to get hold of him.

This sight was calculated to encourage him to exert himself, if he had needed any more encouragement than the grip of those two, pale, writhing feelers on his flesh.
"Now, for his size, Little Sword was putting up a tremendous fight.
His broad, fluked tail and immense fins churned the water amazingly, and enabled him to spring this way and that in spite of all the efforts of the two long tentacles to hold him still.