And he was already a terror to the seals, who, for all their speed and dexterity, could neither catch him nor escape him.
"But he was getting a little careless.

And one day, as he was sleeping, or basking, some ten feet below the surface, the broad, dark form of a sawfish arose beneath him and thrust at him with his dreadful saw.

The pleasant idea of the sawfish was to rip up the sleeper's silver belly.

But Little Sword awoke in time to just escape the horrid attack.

He swept off in a short circle, came back with a lightning rush, and drove his sword full length into the stealthy enemy's shoulder just behind the gills.