He hated the whole tribe with bitter hatred; but at the same time his caution was unsleeping.

He bided his time for vengeance, and used his sword on crabs and flatfish and fat groupers.
And so he grew at a great rate, till in the swelling sense of his power and swiftness his caution began to fade away.

Even the incident itself faded from his memory, but not the hatred which had sprung from it, or the knowledge which it had taught him.
"When Little Sword was about five feet in length he carried a weapon on his snout not far from a foot long.

By this time he was a great rover, hunting in the deep seas or the inshore tides as the whim of the chase might lead him, and always spoiling for a fight.

He would jab his sword into the belly of a twenty-foot grampus just to relieve his feelings, and be off again before the outraged monster, bleeding through his six inches of blubber, had time to even make a pretense of charging him.