The Complete Novels of J. M. Barrie - All 14 Books in One Volume (Illustrated Edition). J. M. Barrie

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      It was one such day, and they were all on Marooners' Rock. The rock was not much larger than their great bed, but of course they all knew how not to take up much room, and they were dozing, or at least lying with their eyes shut, and pinching occasionally when they thought Wendy was not looking. She was very busy, stitching.

      While she stitched a change came to the lagoon. Little shivers ran over it, and the sun went away and shadows stole across the water, turning it cold. Wendy could no longer see to thread her needle, and when she looked up, the lagoon that had always hitherto been such a laughing place seemed formidable and unfriendly.

      It was not, she knew, that night had come, but something as dark as night had come. No, worse than that. It had not come, but it had sent that shiver through the sea to say that it was coming. What was it?

      There crowded upon her all the stories she had been told of Marooners' Rock, so called because evil captains put sailors on it and leave them there to drown. They drown when the tide rises, for then it is submerged.

      Of course she should have roused the children at once; not merely because of the unknown that was stalking toward them, but because it was no longer good for them to sleep on a rock grown chilly. But she was a young mother and she did not know this; she thought you simply must stick to your rule about half an hour after the midday meal. So, though fear was upon her, and she longed to hear male voices, she would not waken them. Even when she heard the sound of muffled oars, though her heart was in her mouth, she did not waken them. She stood over them to let them have their sleep out. Was it not brave of Wendy?

      It was well for those boys then that there was one among them who could sniff danger even in his sleep. Peter sprang erect, as wide awake at once as a dog, and with one warning cry he roused the others.

      He stood motionless, one hand to his ear.

      'Pirates!' he cried. The others came closer to him. A strange smile was playing about his face, and Wendy saw it and shuddered. While that smile was on his face no one dared address him; all they could do was to stand ready to obey. The order came sharp and incisive.

      'Dive!'

      There was a gleam of legs, and instantly the lagoon seemed deserted. Marooners' Rock stood alone in the forbidding waters, as if it were itself marooned.

      The boat drew nearer. It was the pirate dinghy, with three figures in her, Smee and Starkey, and the third a captive, no other than Tiger Lily. Her hands and ankles were tied, and she knew what was to be her fate. She was to be left on the rock to perish, an end to one of her race more terrible than death by fire or torture, for is it not written in the book of the tribe that there is no path through water to the happy hunting-ground? Yet her face was impassive; she was the daughter of a chief, she must die as a chief's daughter, it is enough.

      They had caught her boarding the pirate ship with a knife in her mouth. No watch was kept on the ship, it being Hook's boast that the wind of his name guarded the ship for a mile around. Now her fate would help to guard it also. One more wail would go the round in that wind by night.

      In the gloom that they brought with them the two pirates did not see the rock till they crashed into it.

      'Luff, you lubber,' cried an Irish voice that was Smee's; 'here's the rock. Now, then, what we have to do is to hoist the redskin on to it and leave her there to drown.'

      It was the work of one brutal moment to land the beautiful girl on the rock; she was too proud to offer a vain resistance.

      Quite near the rock, but out of sight, two heads were bobbing up and down, Peter's and Wendy's. Wendy was crying, for it was the first tragedy she had seen. Peter had seen many tragedies, but he had forgotten them all. He was less sorry than Wendy for Tiger Lily: it was two against one that angered him, and he meant to save her. An easy way would have been to wait until the pirates had gone, but he was never one to choose the easy way.

      There was almost nothing he could not do, and he now imitated the voice of Hook.

      'Ahoy there, you lubbers,' he called. It was a marvellous imitation.

      'The captain,' said the pirates, staring at each other in surprise.

      'He must be swimming out to us,' Starkey said, when they had looked for him in vain.

      'We are putting the redskin on the rock,' Smee called out.

      'Set her free,' came the astonishing answer.

      '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 cry.

      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.

      'What's up, captain?'

      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 СКАЧАТЬ