Peter Pan

“Free!” “Yes, cut her bonds and let her go.” “But, captain--” “At once, d’ye hear,” cried Peter, “or I’ll plunge my hook in you.” “This is queer!” Smee gasped. “Better do what the captain orders,” said Starkey nervously. “Ay, ay,” Smee said, and he cut Tiger Lily’s cords. At once like an eel she slid between Starkey’s legs into the water. Of course Wendy was very elated over Peter’s cleverness; but she knew that he would be elated also and very likely crow and thus betray himself, so at once her hand went out to cover his mouth. But it was stayed even in the act, for “Boat ahoy!” rang over the lagoon in Hook’s voice, and this time it was not Peter who had spoken. Peter may have been about to crow, but his face puckered in a whistle of surprise instead. “Boat ahoy!” again came the voice. Now Wendy understood. The real Hook was also in the water. He was swimming to the boat, and as his men showed a light to guide him he had soon reached them. In the light of the lantern Wendy saw his hook grip the boat’s side; she saw his evil swarthy face as he rose dripping from the water, and, quaking, she would have liked to swim away, but Peter would not budge. He was tingling with life and also top-heavy with conceit. “Am I not a wonder, oh, I am a wonder!” he whispered to her, and though she thought so also, she was really glad for the sake of his reputation that no one heard him except herself. He signed to her to listen. The two pirates were very curious to know what had brought their captain to them, but he sat with his head on his hook in a position of profound melancholy. “Captain, is all well?” they asked timidly, but he answered with a hollow moan. “He sighs,” said Smee. “He sighs again,” said Starkey. “And yet a third time he sighs,” said Smee. Then at last he spoke passionately. “The game’s up,” he cried, “those boys have found a mother.” Affrighted though she was, Wendy swelled with pride. “O evil day!” cried Starkey. “What’s a mother?” asked the ignorant Smee. Wendy was so shocked that she exclaimed. “He doesn’t know!” and always after this she felt that if you could have a pet pirate Smee would be her one. Peter pulled her beneath the water, for Hook had started up, crying, “What was that?” “I heard nothing,” said Starkey, raising the lantern over the waters, and as the pirates looked they saw a strange sight. It was the nest I have told you of, floating on the lagoon, and the Never bird was sitting on it. “See,” said Hook in answer to Smee’s question, “that is a mother. What a lesson! The nest must have fallen into the water, but would the mother desert her eggs? No.” There was a break in his voice, as if for a moment he recalled innocent days when--but he brushed away this weakness with his hook. Smee, much impressed, gazed at the bird as the nest was borne past, but the more suspicious Starkey said, “If she is a mother, perhaps she is hanging about here to help Peter.” Hook winced. “Ay,” he said, “that is the fear that haunts me.” He was roused from this dejection by Smee’s eager voice. “Captain,” said Smee, “could we not kidnap these boys’ mother and make her our mother?” “It is a princely scheme,” cried Hook, and at once it took practical shape in his great brain. “We will seize the children and carry them to the boat: the boys we will make walk the plank, and Wendy shall be our mother.” Again Wendy forgot herself. “Never!” she cried, and bobbed. “What was that?” But they could see nothing. They thought it must have been a leaf in the wind. “Do you agree, my bullies?” asked Hook. “There is my hand on it,” they both said. “And there is my hook. Swear.” They all swore. By this time they were on the rock, and suddenly Hook remembered Tiger Lily.