I thought the barracouta had eaten him up, feelers and eyes and all." "Oh, you're a lot too particular!" grumbled Uncle Andy.

"This was _another_ Inkmaker, of course.

And a very much bigger and more dangerous one, moreover, as you'll see presently.

It was little _he_ had to fear from the barracoutas.

In fact, he had just fixed one of his longer tentacles on a vigorous four-foot barracouta, and was slowly drawing him down within reach of the rest of the feelers, when Little Sword's shining eyes alighted upon the struggle.
"This particular Inkmaker was crouching in a sort of shallow basin between rocks which were densely fringed with bright-striped weeds, starry madrepores, and sea-anemones of every lovely color.