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was too late.
"Are they to die?" asked Wendy, with a look of such frightful contempt that he nearly
fainted.
"They are," he snarled. "Silence all," he called gloatingly, "for a mother's last words to
her children."
At this moment Wendy was grand. "These are my last words, dear boys," she said
firmly. "I feel that I have a message to you from your real mothers, and it is this: `We
hope our sons will die like English gentlemen.'"
Even the pirates were awed, and Tootles cried out hysterically, "I am going to do what
my mother hopes. What are you to do, Nibs?"
"What my mother hopes. What are you to do, Twin?"
"What my mother hopes. John, what are -- "
But Hook had found his voice again.
"Tie her up!" he shouted.
It was Smee who tied her to the mast. "See here, honey," he whispered, "I'll save you if
you promise to be my mother."
But not even for Smee would she make such a promise. "I would almost rather have no
children at all," she said disdainfully [scornfully].
It is sad to know that not a boy was looking at her as Smee tied her to the mast; the eyes
of all were on the plank: that last little walk they were about to take. They were no longer
able to hope that they would walk it manfully, for the capacity to think had gone from
them; they could stare and shiver only.
Hook smiled on them with his teeth closed, and took a step toward Wendy. His intention
was to turn her face so that she should see they boys walking the plank one by one. But
he never reached her, he never heard the cry of anguish he hoped to wring from her. He
heard something else instead.
It was the terrible tick-tick of the crocodile.
They all heard it -- pirates, boys, Wendy; and immediately every head was blown in one
direction; not to the water whence the sound proceeded, but toward Hook. All knew that
what was about to happen concerned him alone, and that from being actors they were
suddenly become spectators.
Very frightful was it to see the change that came over him. It was as if he had been
clipped at every joint. He fell in a little heap.
The sound came steadily nearer; and in advance of it came this ghastly thought, "The
crocodile is about to board the ship!"
Even the iron claw hung inactive; as if knowing that it was no intrinsic part of what the
attacking force wanted. Left so fearfully alone, any other man would have lain with his
eyes shut where he fell: but the gigantic brain of Hook was still working, and under its
guidance he crawled on the knees along the deck as far from the sound as he could go.
The pirates respectfully cleared a passage for him, and it was only when he brought up
against the bulwarks that he spoke.
"Hide me!" he cried hoarsely.
They gathered round him, all eyes averted from the thing that was coming aboard. They
had no thought of fighting it. It was Fate.
Only when Hook was hidden from them did curiosity loosen the limbs of the boys so
that they could rush to the ship's side to see the crocodile climbing it. Then they got the
strangest surprise of the Night of Nights; for it was no crocodile that was coming to their
aid. It was Peter.
He signed to them not to give vent to any cry of admiration that might rouse suspicion.
Then he went on ticking.
Chapter 15. "Hook Or Me This Time"
Odd things happen to all of us on our way through life without our noticing for a time
that they have happened. Thus, to take an instance, we suddenly discover that we have
been deaf in one ear for we don't know how long, but, say, half an hour. Now such an
experience had come that night to Peter. When last we saw him he was stealing across the
island with one finger to his lips and his dagger at the ready. He had seen the crocodile
pass by without noticing anything peculiar about it, but by and by he remembered that it
had not been ticking. At first he thought this eerie, but soon concluded rightly that the
clock had run down.
Without giving a thought to what might be the feelings of a fellow-creature thus
abruptly deprived of its closest companion, Peter began to consider how he could turn the
catastrophe to his own use; and he decided to tick, so that wild beasts should believe he
was the crocodile and let him pass unmolested. He ticked superbly, but with one
unforeseen result. The crocodile was among those who heard the sound, and it followed
him, though whether with the purpose of regaining what it had lost, or merely as a friend
under the belief that it was again ticking itself, will never be certainly known, for, like
slaves to a fixed idea, it was a stupid beast.
Peter reached the shore without mishap, and went straight on, his legs encountering the
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