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           Hisironclawmadeacircleofdeadwaterroundhim,fromwhichtheyfledlikeaffrightedfishes.

           Buttherewasonewhodidnotfearhim:therewasonepreparedtoenterthatcircle.

           Strangely,itwasnotinthewaterthattheymet.Hookrosetotherocktobreathe,andatthesamemomentPeterscaleditontheoppositeside.Therockwasslipperyasaball,andtheyhadtocrawlratherthanclimb.Neitherknewthattheotherwascoming.Eachfeelingforagripmettheother’sarm:insurprisetheyraisedtheirheads;theirfaceswerealmosttouching;sotheymet.

           Someofthegreatestheroeshaveconfessedthatjustbeforetheyfelltotheyhadasinking.HaditbeensowithPeteratthatmomentIwouldadmitit.Afterall,thiswastheonlymanthattheSea-Cookhadfeared.ButPeterhadnosinking,hehadonefeelingonly,gladness;andhegnashedhisprettyteethwithjoy.QuickasthoughthesnatchedaknifefromHook’sbeltandwasabouttodriveithome,whenhesawthathewashigheruptherockthanhisfoe.Itwouldnothavebeenfightingfair.Hegavethepirateahandtohelphimup.

           ItwasthenthatHookbithim.

           NotthepainofthisbutitsunfairnesswaswhatdazedPeter.Itmadehimquitehelpless.Hecouldonlystare,horrified.Everychildisaffectedthusthefirsttimeheistreatedunfairly.Allhethinkshehasarighttowhenhecomestoyoutobeyoursisfairness.Afteryouhavebeenunfairtohimhewillloveyouagain,buthewillneverafterwardsbequitethesameboy.Nooneevergetsoverthefirstunfairness;nooneexceptPeter.Heoftenmetit,buthealwaysforgotit.