Barrie, J M - Peter Pan 05 - Peter And Wendy

by Peter

  I think all were gone when a group of savage boys surrounded Hook, who seemed to have a charmed life, as he kept them at bay in that circle of fire. They had done for his dogs, but this man alone seemed to be a match for them all. Again and again they closed upon him, and again and again he hewed a clear space. He had lifted up one boy with his hook, and

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  was using him as a buckler, when another, who had just passed his sword through Mullins, sprang into the fray.

  'Put up your swords, boys," cried the new- comer, "this man is mine.' 1

  Thus suddenly Hook found himself face to face with Peter. The others drew back and formed a ring round them.

  For long the two enemies looked at one another, Hook shuddering slightly, and Peter with the strange smile upon his face.

  "So, Pan," said Hook at last, "this is all your doing."

  "Ay, James Hook," came the stern answer, " it is all my doing."

  "Proud and insolent youth," said Hook, "pre- pare to meet thy doom."

  "Dark and sinister man," Peter answered, "have at thee."

  Without more words they fell to, and for a space there was no advantage to either blade. Peter was a superb swordsman, and parried with dazzling rapidity; ever and anon he followed up a feint with a lunge that got past his foe's defence, but his shorter reach stood him

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  in ill stead, and he could not drive the steel home. Hook, scarcely his inferior in brilliancy, but not quite so nimble in wrist play, forced him back by the weight of his onset, hoping suddenly to end all with a favourite thrust, taught him long ago by Barbecue at Rio; but to his astonishment he found this thrust turned aside again and again. Then he sought to close and give the quietus with his iron hook, which all this time had been paw r ing the air; but Peter doubled under it and, lunging fiercely, pierced him in the ribs. At sight of his own blood, whose peculiar colour, you remember, was offensive to him, the sword fell from Hook's hand, and he was at Peter's mercy.

  'Now!" cried all the boys, but with a mag- nificent gesture Peter invited his opponent to pick up his sword. Hook did so instantly, but with a tragic feeling that Peter was showing good form.

  Hitherto he had thought it was some fiend fighting him, but darker suspicions assailed him now.

  'Pan, who and what art thou?' he cried huskily.

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  'I'm youth, I'm joy," Peter answered at a venture, "I 'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg."

  This, of course, was nonsense; but it was proof to the unhappy Hook that Peter did not know in the least who or what he was, which is the very pinnacle of good form. 'To 't again," he cried despairingly.

  He fought now like a human flail, and every sweep of that terrible sword would have severed in twain any man or boy who obstructed it; but Peter fluttered round him as if the very wind it made blew him out of the danger zone. And again and again he darted in and pricked.

  Hook was fighting now without hope. That passionate breast no longer asked for life; but for one boon it craved: to see Peter bad form before it was cold for ever.

  Abandoning the fight he rushed into the powder magazine and fired it.

  'In two minutes," he cried, "the ship will be blown to pieces."

  Now, now, he thought, true form will show.

  But Peter issued from the pow r der magazine

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  with the shell in his hands, and calmly flung it overboard.

  What sort of form was Hook himself showing ? Misguided man though he was, we may be glad, without sympathising with him, that in the end he was true to the traditions of his race. The other boys were flying around him now, flout- ing, scornful; and as he staggered about the deck striking up at them impotently, his mind was no longer with them; it was slouching in the playing fields of long ago, or being sent up for good, or watching the wall-game from a famous wall. And his shoes were right, and his waistcoat was right, and his tie was right, and his socks were right.

  James Hook, thou not wholly unheroic figure, farewell.

  For we have come to his last moment.

  Seeing Peter slowly advancing upon him through the air with dagger poised, he sprang upon the bulwarks to cast himself into the sea. He did not know that the crocodile was wait- ing for him; for we purposely stopped the clock that this knowledge might be spared him : a little mark of respect from us at the end.

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  He had one last triumph, which I think we need not grudge him. As he stood on the bulwark looking over his shoulder at Peter gliding through the air, he invited him wit h a gesture to use his foot. It made Peter kick instead of stab.

  At last Hook had got the boon for which he craved.

  'Bad form," he cried jeeringly, and went content to the crocodile.

  Thus perished James Hook.

  ' Seventeen," Slightly sang out; but he was not quite correct in his figures. Fifteen paid the penalty for their crimes that night; but two reached the shore: Stark ey to be captured by the redskins, who made him nurse for all their papooses, a melancholy come-down for a pirate; and Smee, who henceforth vandered about the world in his spectacles, making a precarious living by saying he was the only man that Jas. Hook had feared.

  Wendy, of course, had stood by taking no part in the fight, though watching Peter with glistening eyes; but now that all was over she became prominent again. She praised them

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  equally, and shuddered delightfully when Michael showed her the place where he had killed one; and then she took them into Hook's cabin and pointed to his watch which was hanging on a nail. It said ( half -past one " !

  The lateness of the hour was almost the biggest thing of all. She got them to bed in the pirates' bunks pretty quickly, you may be sure; all but Peter, who strutted up and down on deck, until at last he fell asleep by the side of Long Tom. He had one of his dreams that night, and cried in his sleep for a long time, and Wendy held him tight.

  CHAPTER XVI

  THE RETURN HOME

  BY three bells next morning they were all stirring their stumps; for there was a big sea running, and Tootles, the bo'sun, was among them, with a rope's end in his hand and chewing tobacco. They all donned pirate clothes cut off at the knee, shaved smartly, and tumbled up, with the true nautical roll and hitching their trousers.

  It need not be said who was the captain. Nibs and John were first and second mate. There was a woman aboard. The rest were tars before the mast, and lived in the fo'c'sle. Peter had already lashed himself to the wheel; but he piped all hands and delivered a short address to them; said he hoped they would do their duty like gallant hearties, but that he knew

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  they were the scum of Rio and the Gold Coast, and if they snapped at him he would tear them. His bluff strident words struck the note sailors understand, and they cheered him lustily. Then a few sharp orders were given, and they turned the ship round, and nosed her for the mainland.

  Captain Pan calculated, after consulting the ship's chart, that if this weather lasted they should strike the Azores about the lst of June, after which it would save time to fly.

  Some of them wanted it to be an honest ship and others were in favour of keeping it a pirate; but the captain treated them as dogs, and they dared not express their wishes to him even in a round robin. Instant obedience was the only safe thing. Slightly got a dozen for looking perplexed when told to take soundings. The general feeling was that Peter was honest just now to lull Wendy's suspicions, but that there might be a change when the new suit was ready, which, against her will, she was making for him out of some of Hook's wickedest garments. It was afterwards whispered among them that on the first night he wore this suit he sat long in cabin with Hook's cigar-holder in his mouth

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  and one hand clenched, all but the
forefinger, which he bent and held threateningly aloft like a hook.

  Instead of watching the ship, however, we must now return to that desolate home from which three of our characters had taken heart- less flight so long ago. It seems a shame to have neglected No. 14 all this time; and yet we may be sure that Mrs. Darling does not blame us. If w r e had returned sooner to look with sorrowful sympathy at her, she would probably have cried, "Don't be silly, what do I matter? Do go back and keep an eye on the children.' 5 So long as mothers are like this their children will take advantage of them; and they may lay to that.

  Even now we venture into that familiar nursery only because its lawful occupants are on their way home; we are merely hurrying on in advance of them to see that their beds are properly aired and that Mr. and Mrs. Darling do not go out for the evening. We are no more than servants. Why on earth should their beds be properly aired, seeing that they left them in such a thankless hurry? Would it

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  not serve them jolly well right If they came back and found that their parents were spending the week-end in the country? It would be the moral lesson they have been in need of ever since we met them; but if we contrived things in this way Mrs. Darling would never forgive us.

  One thing I should like to do immensely, and that is to tell her, in the way authors have, that the children are coming back, that indeed they will be here on Thursday week. This would spoil so completely the surprise to which Wendy and John and Michael are looking forward. They have been planning it out on the ship: mother's rapture, father's shout of joy, Nana's leap through the air to embrace them first, when what they ought to be preparing for is a good hiding. How delicious to spoil it all by break- ing the news in advance; so that when they enter grandly Mrs. Darling may not even offer Wendy her mouth, and Mr. Darling may exclaim pettishly, "Dash it all, here are those boys again.' 5 However, we should get no thanks even for this. We are beginning to know Mrs. Darling by this time, and may be sure that she

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  would upbraid us for depriving the children of their little pleasure.

  "But, my dear madam, it is ten days till Thursday week; so that by telling you what's what, we can save you ten days of unhappi-

  ness.'

  "Yes, but at what a cost! By depriving the children of ten minutes of delight.' 5

  "Oh, if you look at it in that way!'

  "What other way is there in which to look at it?"

  You see, the woman had no proper spirit. I had meant to say extraordinarily nice things about her; but I despise her, and not one of them will I say now. She does not really need to be told to have things ready, for they are ready. All the beds are aired, and she never leaves the house, and observe, the window is open. For all the use we are to her, we might go back to the ship. However, as we are here we may as well stay and look on. That is all we are 9 lookers-on. Nobody really wants us. So let us watch and say jaggy things, in the hope that some of them will hurt.

  The only change to be seen in the night-

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  nursery is that between nine and six the kennel is no longer there. When the children flew away, Mr. Darling felt in his bones that all the blame was his for having chained Nana up, and that from first to last she had been wiser than he Of course, as we have seen, he was quite a simple man; indeed he might have passed for a boy again if he had been able to take his bald- ness off; but he had also a noble sense of justice and a lion courage to do what seemed right to him; and having thought the matter out with anxious care after the flight of the children, he went down on all fours and crawled into the kennel. To all Mrs. Darling's dear invitations to him to come out he replied sadly but firmly: "No, my own one, this is the place for me." In the bitterness of his remorse he swore that he would never leave the kennel until his chil- dren came back. Of course this was a pity; but whatever Mr. Darling did he had to do in excess, otherwise he soon gave up doing it. And there never was a more humble man than the once proud George Darling, as he sat in the kennel of an evening talking with his wife of their children and all their pretty ways.

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  Very touching was his deference to Nana. He would not let her come into the kennel, but on all other matters he followed her wishes im- plicitly.

  Every morning the kennel was carried with Mr. Darling in it to a cab, which conveyed him to his office, and he returned home in the same way at six. Something of the strength of character of the man will be seen if we re- member how sensitive he was to the opinion of neighbours: this man whose every movement now attracted surprised attention. Inwardly he must have suffered torture; but he preserved a calm exterior even when the young criticised his little home, and he always lifted his hat courteously to any lady who looked inside.

  It may have been quixotic, but it was mag- nificent. Soon the inward meaning of it leaked out, and the great heart of the public was touched. Crowds followed the cab, cheering it lustily; charming girls scaled it to get his auto- graph; interviews appeared in the better class of papers, and society invited him to dinner and added, "Do come in the kennel."

  On that eventful Thursday week Mrs. Darling

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  was in the night-nursery awaiting George's return home: a very sad-eyed woman. Now that we look at her closely and remember the gaiety of her in the old days, all gone now just because she has lost her babes, I find I won't be able to say nasty things about her after all. If she was too fond of her rubbishy children she couldn't help it. Look at her in her chair, where she has fallen asleep. The corner of her mouth, where one looks first, is almost withered up. Her hand moves restlessly on her breast as if she had a pain there. Some like Peter best and some like Wendy best, but I like her best. Suppose, to make her happy, we whisper to her in her sleep that the brats are coming back. They are really within two miles of the window now, and flying strong, but all we need whisper is that they are on the way. Let 's.

  It is a pity we did it, for she has started up, calling their names; and there is no one in the room but Nana.

  "O Nana, I dreamt my dear ones nad come back."

  Nana had filmy eyes, but all she could do was to put her paw gently on her mistress's lap, and

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  they were sitting together thus when the kennel w r as brought back. As Mr. Darling puts his head out at it to kiss his wife, we see that his face is more worn than of yore, but has a softer expression.

  He gave his hat to Liza, who took it scorn- fully; for she had no imaginations and was quite incapable of understanding the motives of such a man. Outside, the crowd who had accom- panied the cab home were still cheering, and he was naturally not unmoved.

  "Listen to them," he said; "it is very grati- fying."

  "Lot of little boys," sneered Liza.

  " There were several adults to-day," he assured her with a faint flush; but when she tossed her head he had not a word of reproof for her. Social success had not spoilt him; it had made him sweeter. For some time he sat with his head out of the kennel, talking with Mrs. Darling of this success, and pressing her hand reassuringly when she said she hoped his head would not be turned by it.

  "But if I had been a weak man," he said. 'Good heavens, if I had been a weak man!'

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  'And, George," she said timidly, "you are as full of remorse as ever, aren't you ? '

  "Full of remorse as ever, dearest! See my punishment: living in a kennel."

  "But it is punishment, isn't it, George? You are sure you are not enjoying it ? '

  "My love!"

  You may be sure she begged his pardon; and then, feeling drowsy, he curled round in the kennel.

  "Won't you play me to sleep," he asked, "on the nursery piano ? ' and as she was crossing to the day -nursery he added thoughtlessly, 'And shut that window. I feel a draught."

  "O, George, never ask me to do that. The window must always be left open for them, always, always."r />
  Now it was his turn to beg her pardon; and she went into the day -nursery and played, and soon he was asleep; and while he slept, Wendy and John and Michael flew r into the room.

  Oh no. We have written it so, because that was the charming arrangement planned by them before we left the ship; but something must

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  have happened since then, for it is not they who have flown in, it is Peter and Tinker Bell.

  Peter's first words tell all.

  'Quick, Tink,' 3 he whispered, "close the win- dow; bar it! That's right. Now you and I must get away by the door; and when Wendy comes she will think her mother has barred her out, and she will have to go back with me."

  Now I understand what had hitherto puzzled me, why when Peter had exterminated the pirates he did not return to the island and leave Tink to escort the children to the main- land. This trick had been in his head all the time.