Complete Works of J. M. Barrie

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  The boy who has emerged from his tree is Slightly, who has perhaps been driven from the abode below by companions less musical than himself. Quite possibly a genius Slightly has with him his homemade whistle to which he capers entrancingly, with no audience save a Never ostrich which is also musically inclined. Unable to imitate Slightly’s graces the bird falls so low as to burlesque them and is driven from the entertainment. Other lost boys climb up the trunks or drop from branches, and now we see the six of them, all in the skins of animals they think they have shot, and so round and furry in them that if they fall they roll. Tootles is not the least brave though the most unfortunate of this gallant band. He has been in fewer adventures than any of them because the big things constantly happen while he has stepped round the corner; he will go off, for instance, in some quiet hour to gather firewood, and then when he returns the others will be sweeping up the blood. Instead of souring his nature this has sweetened it and he is the humblest of the band. (Nibs is more gay and debonair, Slightly more conceited. Slightly thinks he remembers the days before he was lost, with their manners and customs. Curly is a pickle, and so often has he had to deliver up his person when Peter said sternly, ‘Stand forth the one who did this thing,’ that now he stands forth whether he has done it or not. The other two are First Twin and Second Twin, who cannot be described because we should probably be describing the wrong one. Hunkering on the ground or peeking out of their holes, the six are not unlike village gossips gathered round the pump.

  TOOTLES. Has Peter come back yet, Slightly?

  SLIGHTLY (with a solemnity that he thinks suits the occasion). No, Tootles, no.

  (They are like dogs waiting for the master to tell them that the day has begun.)

  CURLY (as if Peter might be listening). I do wish he would come back.

  TOOTLES. I am always afraid of the pirates when Peter is not here to protect us.

  SLIGHTLY. I am not afraid of pirates. Nothing frightens me. But I do wish Peter would come back and tell us whether he has heard anything more about Cinderella.

  SECOND TWIN (with diffidence). Slightly, I dreamt last night that the prince found Cinderella.

  FIRST TWIN (who is intellectually the superior of the two). Twin, I think you should not have dreamt that, for I didn’t, and Peter may say we oughtn’t to dream differently, being twins, you know.

  TOOTLES. I am awfully anxious about Cinderella. You see, not knowing anything about my own mother I am fond of thinking that she was rather like Cinderella.

  (This is received with derision.)

  NIBS. All I remember about my mother 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.

  SLIGHTLY (as usual). My mother was fonder of me than your mothers were of you. (Uproar.) Oh yes, she was. Peter had to make up names for you, but my mother had wrote my name on the pinafore I was lost in. ‘Slightly Soiled’; that’s my name.

  (They fall upon him pugnaciously; not that they are really worrying about their mothers, who are now as important to them as a piece of string, but because any excuse is good enough for a shindy. Not for long is he belaboured, for a sound is heard that sends them scurrying down their holes; in a second of time the scene is bereft of human life. What they have heard from near-by is a verse of the dreadful song with which on the Never Land the prates stealthily trumpet their approach —

  Yo ho, yo ho, the pirate life,

  The flag of skull and bones,

  A merry hour, a hempen rope,

  And hey for Davy Jones!

  The pirates appear upon the frozen river dragging a raft, on which reclines among cushions that dark and fearful man, CAPTAIN JAS. HOOK. A more villainous-looking brotherhood of men never hung in a row on Execution dock. Here, his great arms bare, pieces of eight in his ears as ornaments, is the handsome CECCO, who cut his name on the back of the governor of the prison at Gao. Heavier in the pull is the gigantic black who has had many names since the first one terrified dusky children on the banks of the Guidjo-mo. BILL JUKES comes next, every inch of him tattooed, the same JUKES who got six dozen on the Walrus from FLINT. Following these are COOKSON, said to be BLACK. MURPHY’S brother (but this was never proved); and GENTLEMAN STARKEY, once an usher in a school; and SKYLIGHTS (Morgan’s Skylights); and NOODLER, whose hands are fixed on backwards; and the spectacled boatswain, SMEE, the only Nonconformist in HOOK’S crew; and other ruffians long known and feared on the Spanish main.

  Cruelest jewel in that dark setting is HOOK himself, cadaverous and blackavised, his hair dressed in long curls which look like black candles about to melt, his eyes blue as the forget-me-not and of a profound insensibility, save when he claws, at which time a red spot appears in them. He has an iron hook instead of a right hand, and it is with this he claws. He is never more sinister than when he is most polite, and the elegance of his diction, the distinction of his demeanour, show him one of a different class from his crew, a solitary among uncultured companions. This courtliness impresses even his victims on the high seas, who note that he always says ‘Sorry’ when prodding them along the flank. A man of indomitable courage, the only thing at which he flinches is the sight of his own blood, which is thick and of an unusual colour. At his public school they said of him that he ‘bled yellow.’ In dress he apes the dandiacal associated with Charles II., having heard it said in an earlier period of his career that he bore a strange resemblance to the ill-fated Stuarts. A holder of his own contrivance is in his mouth enabling him to smoke two cigars at once. Those, however, who have seen him in the flesh, which is an inadequate term for his earthly tenement, agree that the grimmest part of him is his iron claw.

  They continue their distasteful singing as they disembark —

  Avast, belay, yo ho, heave to,

  A-pirating we go,

  And if we ‘re parted by a shot

  We ‘re sure to meet below!

  NIBS, the only one of the boys who has not sought safety in his tree, is seen for a moment near the lagoon, and STARKEY’S pistol is at once upraised. The captain twists his hook in him.)

  STARKEY (abject). Captain, let go

  !HOOK. Put back that pistol, first.

  STARKEY. ‘Twas one of those boys you hate; I could haveshot him dead.

  HOOK. Ay, and the sound would have brought Tiger Lily’s redskins on us. Do you want to lose your scalp?

  SMEE (wriggling his cutlass pleasantly). That is true. Shall I after him, Captain, and tickle him with Johnny Corkscrew? Johnny is a silent fellow.

  HOOK. Not now. He is only one, and I want to mischief all the seven. Scatter and look for them. (The boatswain whistles his instructions, and the men disperse on their frightful errand. With none to hear save SMEE, HOOK becomes confidential.) Most of all I want their captain, Peter Pan. ‘Twas he cut off my arm. I have waited long to shake his hand with this. (Luxuriating.) Oh, I ‘ll tear him!

  SMEE (always ready for a chat). Yet I have oft heard you say your hook was worth a score of hands, for combing the hair and other homely uses.

  HOOK. If I was a mother I would pray to have my children born with this instead of that (his left arm creeps nervously behind him. He has a galling remembrance). Smee, Pan flung my arm to a crocodile that happened to be passingby.

  SMEE. I have often noticed your strange dread of crocodiles.

  HOOK (pettishly). Not of crocodiles but of that one crocodile. (He lays bare a lacerated heart.) The brute liked my arm so much, Smee, that he has followed me ever since, from sea to sea, and from land to land, licking his lips for the rest of me.

  SMEE (looking for the bright side). In a way it is a sort of compliment.

  HOOK (with dignity). I want no such compliments; I want Peter Pan, who first gave the brute his taste for me. Smee, that crocodile would have had me before now, but by a lucky chance he swallowed a clock, and it goes tick, tick, tick, tick inside him; and so before he can reach me I hear the tick and bol
t. (He emits a hollow rumble.) Once I heard it strike six within him.

  SMEE (sombrely). Some day the clock will run down,and then he’ll get you.

  HOOK (a broken man). Ay, that is the fear that haunts me.(He rises.) Smee, this seat is hot; odds, bobs, hammer and tongs, I am burning.

  (He has been sitting, he thinks, on one of the island mushrooms, which are of enormous size. But this is a hand-painted one placed here in times of danger to conceal a chimney. They remove it, and telltale smoke issues; also, alas, the sound of children’s voices.)

  SMEE. A chimney!

  HOOK (avidly). Listen! Smee, ‘tis plain they live here, beneath the ground. (He replaces the mushroom. His brain works tortuously.)

  SMEE (hopefully). Unrip your plan, Captain.

  HOOK. To return to the boat and cook a large rich cakeof jolly thickness with sugar on it, green sugar. 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. We must leave the cake on the shore of the mermaids’ lagoon. These boys are always swimming about there, trying to catch the mermaids. They will find the cake and gobble it up, because, having no mother, they don’t know how dangerous ‘tis to eat rich damp cake. They will die!

  SMEE (fascinated). It is the wickedest, prettiest policy ever I heard of,

  HOOK (meaning well). Shake hands on ‘t.

  SMEE. No, Captain, no.

  (He has to link with the hook, but he does not join in the song.)

  HOOK. Yo ho, yo ho, when I say ‘paw,’

  By fear they’re overtook,

  Naught’s left upon your bones when you.

  Have shaken hands with Hook!

  (Frightened by a tug at his hand, SMEE is joining in the chorus when another sound stills them both. It is a tick, tick as of a clock, whose significance HOOK is, naturally, the first to recognise, ‘The crocodile!’ he cries, and totters from the scene. SMEE follows. A huge crocodile, of one thought compact, passes across, ticking, and oozes after them. The wood is now so silent that you may be sure it is full of redskins. TIGER LILY comes first. She is the belle of the Piccaninny tribe, whose braves would all have her to wife, but she wards them off witha hatchet. She puts her ear to the ground and listens, then beckons, and GREAT BIG LITTLE PANTHER and the tribe are around her, carpeting the ground. Far away some one treads on a dry leaf.’)

  TIGER LILY. Pirates! (They do not draw their knives) the knives slip into their hands.) Have um scalps? What you say?

  PANTHER. Scalp um, oho, velly quick.

  THE BRAVES (in corroboration). Ugh, ugh, wah.

  (A fire is lit and they dance round and over it till they seem part of the leaping flames. TIGER LILY invokes Manitou; the pipe of peace is broken; and they crawl off like a long snake that has not fed for many moons. TOOTLES peers after the tail and summons the other boys, who issue from their holes.)

  TOOTLES. They are gone.

  SLIGHTLY (almost losing confidence in himself). I do wish Peter was here.

  FIRST TWIN. H’sh! What is that? (He is gazing at the lagoon and shrinks back.) It is wolves, and they are chasing Nibs!

  (The baying wolves are upon them quicker than any boy can scuttle down his tree.)

  NIBS (falling among his comrades). Save me, save me!

  TOOTLES. What should we do?

  SECOND TWIN. What would Peter do?

  SLIGHTLY. Peter would look at them through his legs; let us do what Peter would do.

  (The boys advance backwards, looking between their legs at the snarling red-eyed enemy, who trot away foiled.)

  FIRST TWIN (swaggering). We have saved you, Nibs. Did you see the pirates?

  NIBS (sitting up, and agreeably aware that the centre of interest is now to pass to him). No, but I saw a wonderfuller thing, Twin. (All mouths open for the information to be dropped into them.) High over the lagoon I saw the loveliest great white bird. It is flying this way. (They search the firmament.)

  TOOTLES. What kind of a bird, do you think?

  NIBS (awed). I don’t know; but it looked so weary, and as it flies it moans ‘Poor Wendy.’

  SLIGHTLY (instantly). I remember now there are birds called Wendies.

  FIRST TWIN (who has flown to a high branch). See, it comes, the Wendy! (They all see it now.) How white it is! (A dot of light is pursuing the bird malignantly.)

  TOOTLES. That is Tinker Bell. Tink is trying to hurt theWendy. (He makes a cup of his hands and calls) Hullo,Tink! (A response comes down in the fairy language.) She says Peter wants us to shoot the Wendy.

  NIBS. Let us do what Peter wishes.

  SLIGHTLY. Ay, shoot it; quick, bows and arrows.

  TOOTLES (first with his bow). Out of the way, Tink; I’ll shoot it. (His bolt goes home, and WENDY, who has been fluttering among the tree-tops in her white nightgown, falls straight to earth. No one could be more proud than TOOTLES.) I have shot the Wendy; Peter will be so pleased. (From some tree on which TINK is roosting comes the tinkle we can now translate, ‘You silly ass.’ TOOTLES falters.) Why do you say that? (The others feel that he may have blundered, and draw away from TOOTLES.)

  SLIGHTLY (examining the fallen one more minutely). This is no bird; I think it must be a lady.

  NIBS (who would have preferred it to be a bird). And Tootles has killed her.

  CURLY. Now I see, Peter was bringing her to us. (They wonder for what object.)

  SECOND TWIN. To take care of us? (Undoubtedly for some diverting purpose.)

  OMNES (though every one of them had wanted to have a shot at her). Oh, Tootles!

  TOOTLES (gulping). I did it. When ladies used to come to me in dreams I said ‘Pretty mother,’ but when she really came I shot her! (He perceives the necessity of a solitary life for him.) Friends, goodbye.

  SEVERAL (not very enthusiastic). Don’t go.

  TOOTLES. I must; I am so afraid of Peter.

  (He has gone but a step toward oblivion when he is stopped by a crowing as of some victorious cock.)

  OMNES. Peter!

  (They make a paling of themselves in front of WENDY as PETER skims round the tree-tops and reaches earth.)

  PETER. Greeting, boys! (Their silence chafes him.) I am back; why do you not cheer? Great news, boys, I have brought at last a mother for us all.

  SLIGHTLY (vaguely). Ay, ay.

  PETER. She flew this way; have you not seen her?

  SECOND TWIN (as PETER evidently thinks her important).Oh mournful day!

  TOOTLES (making a break in the paling). Peter, I will show her to you.

  THE OTHERS (closing the gap). No, no.

  TOOTLES (majestically). Stand back all, and let Peter see.

  (The paling dissolves, and PETER sees WENDY prone on the ground.)

  PETER. Wendy, with an arrow in her heart! (He plucks it out.) Wendy is dead. (He is not so much pained as puzzled.)

  CURLY. I thought it was only flowers that die.

  PETER. Perhaps she is frightened at being dead? (Noneof them can say as to that.) Whose arrow? (Not one of them looks at TOOTLES.)

  TOOTLES. Mine, Peter.

  PETER (raising it as a dagger). Oh dastard hand!

  TOOTLES (kneeling and baring his breast). Strike, Peter; strike true.

  PETER (undergoing a singular experience). I cannot strike; there is something stays my hand.

  (In fact WENDY’S arm has risen.)

  NIBS. ‘Tis she, the Wendy lady. See, her arm. (To help a friend) I think she said ‘Poor Tootles.’

  PETER (investigating). She lives!

  SLIGHTLY (authoritatively). The Wendy lady lives.(The delightful feeling that they have been cleverer than they thought comes over them and they applaud themselves.)

  PETER (holding up a button that is attached to her chain). See, the arrow struck against this. It is a kiss I gave her; it has saved her life.

  SLIGHTLY. I remember kisses; let me see it. (He takes it in his hand.) Ay, that is a kiss.