She was always so particular about their flannels.
“Yes.”
“And you will take your medicine?”
“Yes,”
That seemed to be everything, and an awkward pause followed. Peter, however, was not the kind that breaks down before people. “Are you ready, Tinker Bell?” he called out.
“Ay! ay!”
“Then lead the way.”
Tink darted up the nearest tree; but no one followed her, for it was at this moment that the pirates made their dreadful attack upon the redskins. Above, where all had been so still, the air was rent with shrieks and the clash of steel. Below, there was dead silence. Mouths opened and remained open. Wendy fell on her knees, but her arms were extended toward Peter. All arms were extended to him, as if suddenly blown in his direction; they were beseeching him mutely not to desert them. As for Peter, he seized his sword, the same he thought he had slain Barbecue with, and the lust of battle was in his eye.
