Пітер Пен і Венді

           LastcometheTwins,whocannotbedescribedbecauseweshouldbesuretobedescribingthewrongone.Peterneverquiteknewwhattwinswere,andhisbandwerenotallowedtoknowanythinghedidnotknow,sothesetwowerealwaysvagueaboutthemselves,anddidtheirbesttogivesatisfactionbykeepingclosetogetherinanapologeticsortofway.

           Theboysvanishinthegloom,andafterapause,butnotalongpause,forthingsgobrisklyontheisland,comethepiratesontheirtrack.Wehearthembeforetheyareseen,anditisalwaysthesamedreadfulsong:

           ’Avastbelay,yoho,heaveto,

           A-piratingwego,

           Andifwe’repartedbyashot

           We’resuretomeetbelow!’

           Amorevillainous-lookinglotneverhunginarowonExecutiondock.Here,alittleinadvance,everandagainwithhisheadtothegroundlistening,hisgreatarmsbare,piecesofeightinhisearsasornaments,isthehandsomeItalianCecco,whocuthisnameinlettersofbloodonthebackofthegovernoroftheprisonatGao.ThatgiganticblackbehindhimhashadmanynamessincehedroppedtheonewithwhichduskymothersstillterrifytheirchildrenonthebanksoftheGuadjo-mo.