And the barracouta ate the remains of the Inkmaker at his leisure.

He had no concern to those swordfish when there was tender and delicious squid to be had; for the Inkmaker, you know, was just a kind of big squid, or cuttlefish." "But what's a barracouta ?" demanded the Babe hurriedly.
"Well, he's just a fish!" said Uncle Andy.

"But he's a very savage and hungry fish, some three or four feet long, with tremendous jaws like a pickerel's.

And he lives only in the salt water, fortunately.

_He's_ not a nice fellow, either, to have around when you're swimming, I can tell you!" "Why ?" queried the Babe.
But Uncle Andy ignored the question firmly, and went on with his story.
"After this adventure Little Sword kept a very sharp look-out for the pallid, squirming tentacles, sometimes reaching out from a dark hole in the rocks or from under a mantle of seaweed, which he knew to belong to one of the Inkmakers.