He was as handsome a
youngster as you would wish to see, slender, gracefully tapering to the
base of the broad, powerful tail, wide-finned, radiant in silver and
blue-green, and with a splendid crest-like dorsal fin of vivid
ultramarine extending almost the whole length of his back. His eyes
were large, and blazed with a savage fire. Hanging poised a few feet
above the tops of the waving, rose-and-purple sea-anemones and the
bottle-green trailers of seaweed, every fin tense and quivering, he was
ready to dart in any direction where a feast or a fight might seem to
be waiting for him.
"You see, the mere fact that he was alive at all was proof that he had
come triumphantly through many terrible dangers, so it was no wonder he
had a good deal of confidence in himself. And his shapely little body
was so packed full of energy, so thrilling with vitality, that he felt
himself already a sort of lord in those shoal-water domains.
"But with all his lively experiences, there were things, lots of
things, which Little Sword didn't know even yet."
"I _guess_ so!" murmured the Babe, suddenly impressed with the extent
of his own ignorance.
"For instance," Uncle Andy went on, ignoring the interruption, "he had
not yet learned anything about the Inkmaker.
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