by Peter
"I do wish Peter would come back," every one
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of them said nervously, though in height and still more in breadth they were all larger than their captain.
"I am the only one who is not afraid of the pirates," Slightly said, in the tone that prevented his being a general favourite, but perhaps some distant sound disturbed him, for he added hastily, "but I wish he would come back, and tell us whether he has heard anything more about Cinderella."
They talked of Cinderella, and Tootles was confident that his mother must have been very like her.
It was only in Peter's absence that they could speak of mothers, the subject being forbidden by him as silly.
"All I remember about my mother," Nibs told them, " is that she often said to father, ' Oh, how I wish I had a cheque-book of my own!' I don't know what a cheque-book is, but I should just love to give my mother one.' !
While they talked they heard a distant sound. You or I, not being wild things of the woods, would have heard nothing, but they heard it, and it was the grim song:
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"Yo ho, yo ho, the pirate life,
The flag o' skull and bones, A merry hour, a hempen rope, And hey for Davy Jones."
At once the lost boys but where are they? They are no longer there. Rabbits could not have disappeared more quickly.
I will tell you where they are. With the exception of Nibs, who has darted away to reconnoitre, they are already in their home under the ground, a very delightful residence of which we shall see a good deal presently. But how have they reached it? for there is no entrance to be seen, not so much as a large stone, which if rolled away would disclose the mouth of a cave. Look closely, however, and you may note that there are here seven large trees, each with a hole in its hollow trunk as large as a boy. These are the seven entrances to the home under the ground, for which Hook has been searching in vain these many moons. Will he find it to-night ?
As the pirates advanced, the quick eye of Starkey sighted Nibs disappearing through the wood, and at once his pistol flashed out. But an iron claw gripped his shoulder.
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"Captain, let go!' he cried, writhing.
Now for the first time we hear the voice of Hook. It was a black voice. "Put back that pistol first," it said threateningly.
'It was one of those boys you hate. I could have shot him dead."
"Ay, and the sound would have brought Tiger Lily's redskins upon us. Do you want to lose your scalp ? '
'Shall I after him, captain," asked pathetic Smee, 'and tickle him with Johnny Cork- screw?' Smee had pleasant names for every- thing, and his cutlass was Johnny Corkscrew, because he wriggled it in the wound. One could mention many lovable traits in Smee. For instance, after killing, it was his spectacles he wiped instead of his weapon.
' Johnny's a silent fellow," he reminded Hook.
'Not now, Smee," Hook said darkly. "He is only one, and I want to mischief all the seven. Scatter and look for them."
The pirates disappeared among the trees, and in a moment their captain and Smee were alone. Hook heaved a heavy sigh, and I know not why it was, perhaps it was because of the soft
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beauty of the evening, but there came over him a desire to confide to his faithful bo'sun the story of his life. He spoke long and earnestly, but what it was all about Smee, who was rather stupid, did not know in the least.
Anon he caught the word Peter.
"Most of all," Hook was saying passionately, "I want their captain, Peter Pan. 'Twas he cut off my arm." He brandished the hook threateningly. ' I 've waited long to shake his hand with this. Oh, I'll tear him!'
"And yet," said Smee, "I have often heard you say that hook was worth a score of hands, for combing the hair and other homely uses."
*Ay," the captain answered, 'if I was a mother I would pray to have my children born with this instead of that," and he cast a look of pride upon his iron hand and one of scorn upon the other. Then again he frowned.
'Peter flung my arm," he said, wincing, "to a crocodile that happened to be passing by."
"I have often," said Smee, "noticed your strange dread of crocodiles."
" Not of crocodiles," Hook corrected him, " but of that one crocodile." He lowered his voice.
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"It liked my arm so much, Smee, that It has followed me ever since, from sea to sea and from land to land, licking its lips for the rest of me."
"In a way," said Smee, "it's a sort of com- pliment.' 2
"I want no such compliments," Hook barked petulantly. "I want Peter Pan, who first gave the brute its t aste for me."
He sat down on a large mushroom, and now there was a quiver in his voice. "Smee," he said huskily, "that crocodile would have had me before this, but by a lucky chance it swallowed a clock which goes tick tick inside it, and so before it can reach me I hear the tick and bolt.' : He laughed, but in a hollow way.
"Some day," said Smee, "the clock will run down, and then he '11 get you."
Hook wetted his dry lips. "Ay," he said, "that's the fear that haunts me."
Since sitting down he had felt curiously warm. " Smee," he said, " this seat is hot." He jumped up. "Odds bobs, hammer and tongs, I'm burning."
They examined the mushroom, which was of a size and solidity unknown on the mainland;
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they tried to pull it up, and it came away at once in their hands, for it had no root. Stranger still, smoke began at once to ascend. The pirates looked at each other. "A chimney!' they both exclaimed.
They had indeed discovered the chimney of the home under the ground. It was the custom of the boys to stop it with a mush- room when enemies were in the neighbour- hood.
Not only smoke came out of it. There came also children's voices, for so safe did the boys feel in their hiding-place that they were gaily chattering. The pirates listened grimly, and then replaced the mushroom. They looked around them and noted the holes in the seven trees.
"Did you hear them say Peter Pan's from home?' Smee whispered, fidgeting with Johnny Corkscrew.
Hook nodded. He stood for a long time lost in thought, and at last a curdling smile lit up his swarthy face. Smee had been waiting for it. "Unrip your plan, captain," he cried eagerly.
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"To return to the ship," Hook replied slowly through his teeth, 'and cook a large rich cake of a jolly thickness with green sugar on it. There can be but one room below, for there is but one chimney. The silly moles had not the sense to see that they did not need a door apiece. That shows they have no mother. We will leave the cake on the shore of the mermaids' lagoon. These boys are always swimming about there, playing with the mermaids. They will find the cake and they will gobble it up, because, having no mother, they don't know how dangerous 'tis to eat rich damp cake.' ; He burst into laughter, not hollow laughter now, but honest laughter. "Aha, they will die!"
Smee had listened with growing admiration.
"It's the wickedest, prettiest policy ever I heard of!' he cried, and in their exultation they danced and sang:
"Avast, belay, when I appear,
By fear they're overtook; Nought 's left upon your bones when you Have shaken claws with Cook."
They began the verse, but they never finished
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it, for another sound broke in and stilled them. It was at first such a tiny sound that a leaf might have fallen on it and smothered it, but as it came nearer it was more distinct.
Tick tick tick tick!
Hook stood shuddering, one foot in the air
"The crocodile!' he gasped, and bounded away, followed by his bo'sun.
It was indeed the crocodile. It had passed the redskins, who were now on the trail of the other pirates. It oozed on after Hook.
Once more the boys emerged into the open; but the dangers of the night were not yet over, for presen
tly Nibs rushed breathless into their midst, pursued by a pack of wolves. The tongues of the pursuers were hanging out; the baying of them was horrible.
"Save me, save me!' cried Nibs, falling on the ground.
4 But what can we do, what can we do ? '
It was a high compliment to Peter that at that dire moment their thoughts turned to him.
"What would Peter do?' they cried simul- taneously.
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Almost in the same breath they cried, "Peter would look at them through his legs.' 1
And then, "Let us do what Peter would do."
It is quite the most successful way of defying wolves, and as one boy they bent and looked through their legs. The next moment is the long one, but victory came quickly, for as the boys advanced upon them in this terrible atti- tude, the wolves dropped their tails and fled.
Now Nibs rose from the ground, and the others thought that his staring eyes still saw the wolves. But it was not wolves he saw.
"I have seen a wonderfuller thing," he cried, as they gathered round him eagerly. "A great white bird. It is flying this way.' :
"What kind of a bird, do you think?'
"I don't know," Nibs said, awestruck, "but it looks so weary, and as it flies it moans, 'Poor Wendy.' "
"Poor Wendy?"
"I remember," said Slightly instantly, "there are birds called Wendies."
"See, it comes!' cried Curly, pointing to Wendy in the heavens.
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Wendy was now almost overhead, and they could hear her plaintive cry. But more dis- tinct came the shrill voice of Tinker Bell. The jealous fairy had now cast off all disguise of friendship, and was darting at her victim from every direction, pinching savagely each time she touched.
"Hullo, Tink," cried the wondering boys.
Tink's reply rang out: "Peter wants you to shoot the Wendy."
It was not in their nature to question when Peter ordered. "Let us do what Peter wishes," cried the simple boys. "Quick, bows and
arrows.'
All but Tootles popped down their trees. He had a bow and arrow with him, and Tink noted it, and rubbed her little hands. "Quick, Tootles, quick," she screamed. "Peter will be so pleased."
Tootles excitedly fitted the arrow to his bow. "Out of the way, Tink," he shouted, and then he f red, and Wendy fluttered to the ground with an arrow in her breast.
CHAPTER VI
THE LITTLE HOUSE
FOOLISH Tootles was standing like a conqueror over Wendy's body when the other boys sprang, armed, from their trees.
"You are too late," he cried proudly, "I have shot the Wendy. Peter will be so pleased with
me.'
Overhead Tinker Bell shouted 'Silly ass!' and darted into hiding. The others did not hear her. They had crowded round Wendy, and as they looked a terrible silence fell upon the wood. If Wendy's heart had been beating they would all have heard it.
Slightly was the first to speak. 'This is no bird," he said in a scared voice. 'I think it must be a lady."
" A lady ? ' ' said Tootles, and fell a-trembling,
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"And we have killed her," Nibs said hoarsely.
They all whipped off their caps.
"Now I see," Curly said; "Peter was bringing her to us.' 3 He threw himself sorrowfully on the ground.
"A lady to take care of us at last," said one of the twins, "and you have killed her!'
They were sorry for him, but sorrier for themselves, and when he took a step nearer them they turned from him.
Tootles' face was very white, but there was a dignity about him now that had never been there before.
"I did it," he said, reflecting. "When ladies used to come to me in dreams, I said, 'Pretty mother, pretty mother.' But when at last she really came, I shot her."
He moved slowly away.
'Don't go," they called in pity.
"I must," he answered, shaking; "I am so afraid of Peter."
It was at this tragic moment that they heard a sound which made the heart of every one of them rise to his mouth. They heard Peter crow.
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* Peter!' they cried, for it was always thus that he signalled his return.
'Hide her," they whispered, and gathered hastily around Wendy. But Tootles stood aloof.
Again came that ringing crow, and Peter dropped in front of them. "Greeting, boys," he cried, and mechanically they saluted, and then again was silence. He frowned.
'I am back," he said hotly, "why do you not cheer ? '
They opened their mouths, but the cheers would not come. He overlooked it in his haste to tell the glorious tidings.
' Great news, boys,"' he cried, "I have brought at last a mother for you all."
Still no sound, except a little thud from Tootles as he dropped on his knees.
'Have you not seen her?' asked Peter, be- coming troubled. "She flew this way."
'Ah me! 9 one voice said, and another said, "Oh, mournful day."
Tootles rose. " Peter," he said quietly, " I will show her to you," and when the others would
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still have hidden her he said, 'Back, twins, let Peter see."
So they all stood back, and let him see, and after he had looked for a little time he did not know what to do next.
"She is dead," he said uncomfortably. "Per- haps she is frightened at being dead."
He thought of hopping off in a comic sort of way till he was out of sight of her, and then never going near the spot any more. They would all have been glad to follow if he had done this.
But there was the arrow. He took it from her heart and faced his band.
"Whose arrow?' he demanded sternly.
"Mine, Peter," said Tootles on his knees.
"Oh, dastard hand," Peter said, and he raised the arrow to use it as a dagger.
Tootles did not flinch. He bared his breast. "Strike, Peter," he said firmly, "strike true."
Twice did Peter raise the arrow, and twice did his hand fall. "I cannot strike," he said with awe, "there is something stays my hand."
All looked at him in wonder, save Nibs, who fortunately looked at Wendy.
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'It is she," he cried, 'the Wendy lady, see, her arm!'
Wonderful to relate, Wendy had raised her arm. Nibs bent over her and listened rever- ently. k l think she said 'Poor Tootles,' he whispered.
"She lives," Peter said briefly.
Sli ghtly cried instantly, "The Wendy lady lives."
Then Peter knelt beside her and found his button. You remember she had put it on a chain that she wore round her neck.
'See," he said, "the arrow struck against this. It is the kiss I gave her. It has saved her life."
'I remember kisses," Slightly interposed quickly, ' let me see it. Ay, that's a kiss."
Peter did not hear him. He was begging Wendy to get better quickly, so that he could show her the mermaids. Of course she could not answer yet, being still in a frightful faint; but from overhead came a wailing note.
'Listen to Tink," said Curly, "she is crying because the Wendy lives."
Then they had to tell Peter of Tink's crime,
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and almost never had they seen him look so stern.
"Listen, Tinker Bell," he cried, "I am your friend no more. Begone from me for ever."
She flew on to his shoulder and pleaded, but he brushed her off. Not until Wendy again raised her arm did he relent sufficiently to say, "Well, not for ever, but for a whole week."
Do you think Tinker Bell was grateful to Wendy for raising her arm? Oh dear no, never wanted to pinch her so much. Fairies indeed are strange, and Peter, who understood them best, often cuffed them.
But what to do with W T endy in her present delicate state of health ?
"Let us carry her down into the house," Curly suggested.
"Ay," said Slightly, "t
hat is what one does with ladies."
"No, no," Peter said, "you must not touch her. It would not be sufficiently respectful."
"That," said Slightly, "is what I was think- ing."
"But if she lies there," Tootles said, "she will die."
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'Ay, she will die," Slightly admitted, 'but there is no way out."
Yes, there is," cried Peter. 'Let us build a little house round her."
They w r ere all delighted. ' Quick," he ordered them, 'bring me each of you the best of what we have. Gut our house. Be sharp."
In a moment they were as busy as tailors the night before a wedding. They skurried this way and that, down for bedding, up for fire- wood, and while they were at it, who should appear but John and Michael. As they dragged along the ground they fell asleep standing, stopped, woke up, moved another step and slept again.
"John, John," Michael w r ould cry, "wake up! Where is Nana, John, and mother?'
And then John would rub his eyes and mutter, 'It is true, we did fly."
You may be sure they were very relieved to find Peter.
"Hullo, Peter," they said.
'Hullo," replied Peter amicably, though he had quite forgotten them. He was very busy at the moment measuring Wendy with
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his feet to see how large a house she would need. Of course he meant to leave room for chairs and a table. John and Michael watched him.
"Is Wendy asleep?' they asked.
"Yes."