Chapter VIII. THE MERMAIDS’ LAGOON · page 21 2 3101Affrighted though she was, Wendy swelled with pride.102“O evil day!” cried Starkey.103“What’s a mother?” asked the ignorant Smee.104Wendy was so shocked that she exclaimed.105“He doesn’t know!” and always after this she felt that if you could have a pet pirate Smee would be her one.106Peter pulled her beneath the water, for Hook had started up, crying, “What was that?”107“I heard nothing,” said Starkey, raising the lantern over the waters, and as the pirates looked they saw a strange sight.108It was the nest I have told you of, floating on the lagoon, and the Never bird was sitting on it.109“See,” said Hook in answer to Smee’s question, “that is a mother.110What a lesson!111The nest must have fallen into the water, but would the mother desert her eggs?112No.”113There was a break in his voice, as if for a moment he recalled innocent days when—but he brushed away this weakness with his hook.114Smee, much impressed, gazed at the bird as the nest was borne past, but the more suspicious Starkey said, “If she is a mother, perhaps she is hanging about here to help Peter.”115Hook winced.116“Ay,” he said, “that is the fear that haunts me.”117He was roused from this dejection by Smee’s eager voice.118“Captain,” said Smee, “could we not kidnap these boys’ mother and make her our mother?”119“It is a princely scheme,” cried Hook, and at once it took practical shape in his great brain.120“We will seize the children and carry them to the boat: the boys we will make walk the plank, and Wendy shall be our mother.”121Again Wendy forgot herself.122“Never!” she cried, and bobbed.123“What was that?”124But they could see nothing.125They thought it must have been a leaf in the wind.126“Do you agree, my bullies?” asked Hook.127“There is my hand on it,” they both said.128“And there is my hook.129Swear.”130They all swore.131By this time they were on the rock, and suddenly Hook remembered Tiger Lily.132“Where is the redskin?” he demanded abruptly.133He had a playful humour at moments, and they thought this was one of the moments.134“That is all right, captain,” Smee answered complacently; “we let her go.”135“Let her go!” cried Hook.136“’Twas your own orders,” the bo’sun faltered.137“You called over the water to us to let her go,” said Starkey.138“Brimstone and gall,” thundered Hook, “what cozening is going on here!”139His face had gone black with rage, but he saw that they believed their words, and he was startled.140“Lads,” he said, shaking a little, “I gave no such order.”141“It is passing queer,” Smee said, and they all fidgeted uncomfortably.142Hook raised his voice, but there was a quiver in it.143“Spirit that haunts this dark lagoon to-night,” he cried, “dost hear me?”144Of course Peter should have kept quiet, but of course he did not.145He immediately answered in Hook’s voice:146“Odds, bobs, hammer and tongs, I hear you.”147In that supreme moment Hook did not blanch, even at the gills, but Smee and Starkey clung to each other in terror.148“Who are you, stranger?149Speak!”150Hook demanded.151“I am James Hook,” replied the voice, “captain of the _Jolly Roger_.”152“You are not; you are not,” Hook cried hoarsely.153“Brimstone and gall,” the voice retorted, “say that again, and I’ll cast anchor in you.”154Hook tried a more ingratiating manner.155“If you are Hook,” he said almost humbly, “come tell me, who am I?”156“A codfish,” replied the voice, “only a codfish.”157“A codfish!”158Hook echoed blankly, and it was then, but not till then, that his proud spirit broke.159He saw his men draw back from him.160“Have we been captained all this time by a codfish!” they muttered.161“It is lowering to our pride.”162They were his dogs snapping at him, but, tragic figure though he had become, he scarcely heeded them.163Against such fearful evidence it was not their belief in him that he needed, it was his own.164He felt his ego slipping from him.165“Don’t desert me, bully,” he whispered hoarsely to it.166In his dark nature there was a touch of the feminine, as in all the great pirates, and it sometimes gave him intuitions.167Suddenly he tried the guessing game.168“Hook,” he called, “have you another voice?”169Now Peter could never resist a game, and he answered blithely in his own voice, “I have.”170“And another name?”171“Ay, ay.”172“Vegetable?” asked Hook.173“No.”174“Mineral?”175“No.”176“Animal?”177“Yes.”178“Man?”179“No!”180This answer rang out scornfully.181“Boy?”182“Yes.”183“Ordinary boy?”184“No!”185“Wonderful boy?”186To Wendy’s pain the answer that rang out this time was “Yes.”187“Are you in England?”188“No.”189“Are you here?”190“Yes.”191Hook was completely puzzled.192“You ask him some questions,” he said to the others, wiping his damp brow.193Smee reflected.194“I can’t think of a thing,” he said regretfully.195“Can’t guess, can’t guess!” crowed Peter.196“Do you give it up?”197Of course in his pride he was carrying the game too far, and the miscreants saw their chance.198“Yes, yes,” they answered eagerly.199“Well, then,” he cried, “I am Peter Pan.”200Pan!1 2 3← previousChapter VII. 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