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'
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
.
The
pirate
attack
had
been
a
complete
surprise
:
a
sure
proof
that
the
unscrupulous
Hook
had
conducted
it
improperly
,
for
to
surprise
redskins
fairly
is
beyond
the
wit
of
the
white
man
.
By
all
the
unwritten
laws
of
savage
warfare
it
is
always
the
redskin
who
attacks
,
and
with
the
wiliness
of
his
race
he
does
it
just
before
the
dawn
,
at
which
time
he
knows
the
courage
of
the
whites
to
be
at
its
lowest
ebb
.
The
white
men
have
in
the
meantime
made
a
rude
stockade
on
the
summit
of
yonder
undulating
ground
,
at
the
foot
of
which
a
stream
runs
;
for
it
is
destruction
to
be
too
far
from
water
.
There
they
await
the
onslaught
,
the
inexperienced
ones
clutching
their
revolvers
and
treading
on
twigs
,
but
the
old
hands
sleeping
tranquilly
until
just
before
the
dawn
.
Through
the
long
black
night
the
savage
scouts
wriggle
,
snake-like
,
among
the
grass
without
stirring
a
blade
.
The
brushwood
closes
behind
them
as
silently
as
sand
into
which
a
mole
has
dived
.
Not
a
sound
is
to
be
heard
,
save
when
they
give
vent
to
a
wonderful
imitation
of
the
lonely
call
of
the
coyote
.
The
cry
is
answered
by
other
braves
;
and
some
of
them
do
it
even
better
than
the
coyotes
,
who
are
not
very
good
at
it
.
So
the
chill
hours
wear
on
,
and
the
long
suspense
is
horribly
trying
to
the
paleface
who
has
to
live
through
it
for
the
first
time
;
but
to
the
trained
hand
those
ghastly
calls
and
still
ghastlier
silences
are
but
an
intimation
of
how
the
night
is
marching
.
That
this
was
the
usual
procedure
was
so
well
known
to
Hook
that
in
disregarding
it
he
can
not
be
excused
on
the
plea
of
ignorance
.
The
Piccaninnies
,
on
their
part
,
trusted
implicitly
to
his
honour
,
and
their
whole
action
of
the
night
stands
out
in
marked
contrast
to
his
.
They
left
nothing
undone
that
was
consistent
with
the
reputation
of
their
tribe
.
With
that
alertness
of
the
senses
which
is
at
once
the
marvel
and
despair
of
civilised
peoples
,
they
knew
that
the
pirates
were
on
the
island
from
the
moment
one
of
them
trod
on
a
dry
stick
;
and
in
an
incredibly
short
space
of
time
the
coyote
cries
began
.
Every
foot
of
ground
between
the
spot
where
Hook
had
landed
his
forces
and
the
home
under
the
trees
was
stealthily
examined
by
braves
wearing
their
mocassins
with
the
heels
in
front
.
They
found
only
one
hillock
with
a
stream
at
its
base
,
so
that
Hook
had
no
choice
;
here
he
must
establish
himself
and
wait
for
just
before
the
dawn
.
Everything
being
thus
mapped
out
with
almost
diabolical
cunning
,
the
main
body
of
the
redskins
folded
their
blankets
around
them
,
and
in
the
phlegmatic
manner
that
is
to
them
the
pearl
of
manhood
squatted
above
the
children
's
home
,
awaiting
the
cold
moment
when
they
should
deal
pale
death
.
Here
dreaming
,
though
wide-awake
,
of
the
exquisite
tortures
to
which
they
were
to
put
him
at
break
of
day
,
those
confiding
savages
were
found
by
the
treacherous
Hook
.
From
the
accounts
afterwards
supplied
by
such
of
the
scouts
as
escaped
the
carnage
,
he
does
not
seem
even
to
have
paused
at
the
rising
ground
,
though
it
is
certain
that
in
that
grey
light
he
must
have
seen
it
:
no
thought
of
waiting
to
be
attacked
appears
from
first
to
last
to
have
visited
his
subtle
mind
;
he
would
not
even
hold
off
till
the
night
was
nearly
spent
;
on
he
pounded
with
no
policy
but
to
fall
to
.
What
could
the
bewildered
scouts
do
,
masters
as
they
were
of
every
warlike
artifice
save
this
one
,
but
trot
helplessly
after
him
,
exposing
themselves
fatally
to
view
,
the
while
they
gave
pathetic
utterance
to
the
coyote
cry
.
