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Do You Believe In Fairies?
Butinwhatdirection,forhecouldnotbesurethatthechildrenhadbeentakentotheship?Aslightfallofsnowhadobliteratedallfootmarks;andadeathlysilencepervadedtheisland,asifforaspaceNaturestoodstillinhorroroftherecentcarnage.HehadtaughtthechildrensomethingoftheforestlorethathehadhimselflearnedfromTigerLilyandTinkerBell,andknewthatintheirdirehourtheywerenotlikelytoforgetit.Slightly,ifhehadanopportunity,wouldblazethetrees,forinstance,Curlywoulddropseeds,andWendywouldleaveherhandkerchiefatsomeimportantplace.Butmorningwasneededtosearchforsuchguidance,andhecouldnotwait.Theupperworldhadcalledhim,butwouldgivenohelp.
Thecrocodilepassedhim,butnotanotherlivingthing,notasound,notamovement;andyetheknewwellthatsuddendeathmightbeatthenexttree,orstalkinghimfrombehind.
Hesworethisterribleoath:’Hookormethistime.’
Nowhecrawledforwardlikeasnake;andagain,erect,hedartedacrossaspaceonwhichthemoonlightplayed:onefingeronhislipandhisdaggerattheready.Hewasfrightfullyhappy.
