Hook Has a Word to Say
There is a dread, awesome-looking Pirate Ship which, riding on the bosom of the lake, holds all the enmity and viciousness which the great Jimmy Hook (Mr James Hook to you, Sir) has for Peter. With his ‘Avast! Belay! Yo-ho! Heave ho! a Pirating We’ll Go!’ he claims, as he always could and would, the attention of those around him. He leaves on his ship one of the dread comrades to attend to the bell, with his recurring ‘All’s well.’
There has been a wonderful procession – a trail of Red Indians with the handsome Tiger Lily, the Lost Boys with their inattentive nursemaids, Peter, Wendy, the Wolves, the Fairies, the Roseleaves and the rest of the little folk. They have gone round and round at the same pace, never catching up until the Pirates cause dismay and the frightened ones disappear. We must not imagine that they are all afraid. No, the Red Indians are a brave lot, but they only have their native weapons to pit against the guns of the Jolly Roger; but they put up a good fight, anyway.
The wolves have a little innings, but the Lost Boys know how to make them run away by walking backwards and peeping though their own legs, and soon the scene is cleared of this anxiety.
Then comes a tragedy, or something which nearly approaches a tragedy, when Tootles, mistaking something which Tinker Bell has said, shoots into the bushes with his bow and arrow and wounds Wendy. It is a sad moment. They bring her in as dead. But the wound is not fatal. She soon recovers, much to the joy of Peter and her friends, although for a while they are anxious.
Mistress of all she surveys, Wendy sings her little song:
To hear her command is to obey, and Nibs and Tootles, Slightly and the Twins,
vie with each other how quickly they can build this littlest house.
Now, with suitable decorum, all the young folk enter the house of Wendy to look at the new decorations. Peter keeps guard at the door, and smoke slyly ascends from the chimney.
As the night wears on Peter falls asleep, and the mischievous fairies, who can
be as mischievous as other people, come and pinch Peter’s nose and drag
him off into the wood.
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