Peter Pan
THE CHILDREN ARE CARRIED OFF
The attack had been a complete surprise: a sure proof that the Hook had it improperly, for to is the of the white man.
By all the laws of it is always the who attacks, and with the of his he it just the dawn, at which time he the of the to be at its ebb. The white men have in the meantime a on the of ground, at the of which a runs, for it is to be too from water. There they the onslaught, the ones their and on twigs, but the old hands sleeping until just the dawn. Through the long black night the wriggle, snake-like, among the without a blade. The them, as as into which a has dived. Not a is to be heard, save when they give to a of the call of the coyote. The is answered by other braves; and some of them do it than the coyotes, who are not very good at it. So the hours wear on, and the long is trying to the who has to live through it for the time; but to the hand those calls and still are but an of how the night is marching.
That this was the was so well to Hook that in it he cannot be on the of ignorance.
The Piccaninnies, on their part, to his honour, and their whole action of the night out in marked to his. They left nothing that was with the of their tribe. With that of the which is at once the and of peoples, they that the were on the from the moment one of them on a stick; and in an space of time the began. Every of ground the spot where Hook had his and the home under the trees was by their with the in front. They only one with a at its base, so that Hook had no choice; here he must himself and wait for just the dawn. Everything being thus out with almost cunning, the main of the their around them, and in the manner that is to them, the pearl of above the children’s home, the cold moment when they should death.
Here dreaming, though wide-awake, of the to which they were to put him at of day, those were by the Hook. From the by such of the as the carnage, he not to have paused at the ground, though it is that in that light he must have it: no of waiting to be from to last to have visited his mind; he would not off till the night was nearly spent; on he with no policy but to to. What the do, masters as they were of every war-like save this one, but after him, themselves to view, while they gave to the cry.
Around the Tiger Lily were a dozen of her warriors, and they saw the upon them. Fell from their then the through which they had looked at victory. No more would they at the stake. For them the happy hunting-grounds was now. They it; but as their father’s sons they themselves. Even then they had time to in a that would have been hard to had they quickly, but this they were to do by the of their race. It is that the must in the presence of the white. Thus terrible as the of the must have been to them, they for a moment, not a moving; as if the had come by invitation. Then, indeed, the upheld, they their weapons, and the air was with the war-cry; but it was now too late.
It is no part of ours to what was a than a fight. Thus many of the flower of the Piccaninny tribe. Not all did they die, for with Lean Wolf Alf Mason, to the Spanish Main no more, and among others who the were Geo. Scourie, Chas. Turley, and the Alsatian Foggerty. Turley to the of the terrible Panther, who cut a way through the with Tiger Lily and a small of the tribe.
To what Hook is to for his on this occasion is for the to decide. Had he waited on the ground till the proper hour he and his men would have been butchered; and in him it is only to take this into account. What he should have done was to his that he to a new method. On the other hand, this, as the of surprise, would have his strategy of no avail, so that the whole question is with difficulties. One cannot at least a for the that had so a scheme, and the with which it was out.
What were his own about himself at that moment? Fain would his dogs have known, as and their cutlasses, they at a from his hook, and through their at this man. Elation must have been in his heart, but his did not it: a dark and enigma, he from his in as in substance.
The night’s work was not yet over, for it was not the he had come out to destroy; they were but the to be smoked, so that he should at the honey. It was Pan he wanted, Pan and Wendy and their band, but Pan.
Peter was such a small boy that one to wonder at the man’s of him. True he had Hook’s arm to the crocodile, but this and the of life to which it led, to the crocodile’s pertinacity, account for a so and malignant. The truth is that there was a something about Peter which the captain to frenzy. It was not his courage, it was not his appearance, it was not—. There is no about the bush, for we know well what it was, and have got to tell. It was Peter’s cockiness.
This had got on Hook’s nerves; it his iron twitch, and at night it him like an insect. While Peter lived, the man that he was a lion in a into which a had come.
The question now was how to the trees, or how to his dogs down? He ran his over them, for the ones. They uncomfortably, for they he would not to them with poles.
In the meantime, what of the boys? We have them at the of the weapons, as it were into figures, open-mouthed, all with arms to Peter; and we return to them as their mouths close, and their arms to their sides. The above has almost as as it arose, passed like a of wind; but they know that in the it has their fate.
Which had won?
The pirates, at the mouths of the trees, the question put by every boy, and alas, they also Peter’s answer.
“If the have won,” he said, “they will the tom-tom; it is always their of victory.”
Now Smee had the tom-tom, and was at that moment on it. “You will the tom-tom again,” he muttered, but of course, for had been enjoined. To his Hook him to the tom-tom, and slowly there came to Smee an of the of the order. Never, probably, had this man Hook so much.
Twice Smee upon the instrument, and then stopped to gleefully.
“The tom-tom,” the Peter cry; “an Indian victory!”
The children answered with a that was music to the black above, and almost they their good-byes to Peter. This puzzled the pirates, but all their other were by a that the enemy were about to come up the trees. They at each other and their hands. Rapidly and Hook gave his orders: one man to each tree, and the others to themselves in a line two yards apart.
