The Mouth of the River

THE PIRATE SHIP

What House?

“Barbecue, Flint—what house?” came the cutting retort.

Claw Over Smee

With a cry of rage he raised his iron hand over Smee’s head; but he did not tear. What arrested him was this reflection:

John Bangs the Barrel

“Then I refuse,” he cried, banging the barrel in front of Hook.

English Gentlemen

At this moment Wendy was grand. “These are my last words, dear boys,” she said firmly. “I feel that I have a message to you from your real mothers, and it is this: ‘We hope our sons will die like English gentlemen.’”

Clipped at Every Joint

Very frightful was it to see the change that came over him. It was as if he had been clipped at every joint. He fell in a little heap.

It Was Peter

Only when Hook was hidden from them did curiosity loosen the limbs of the boys so that they could rush to the ship’s side to see the crocodile climbing it. Then they got the strangest surprise of the Night of Nights; for it was no crocodile that was coming to their aid. It was Peter.