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He
swore
this
terrible
oath
:
'
Hook
or
me
this
time
.
'
Now
he
crawled
forward
like
a
snake
;
and
again
,
erect
,
he
darted
across
a
space
on
which
the
moonlight
played
:
one
finger
on
his
lip
and
his
dagger
at
the
ready
.
He
was
frightfully
happy
.
One
green
light
squinting
over
Kidd
's
Creek
,
which
is
near
the
mouth
of
the
pirate
river
,
marked
where
the
brig
,
the
Jolly
Roger
,
lay
,
low
in
the
water
;
a
rakish-looking
craft
foul
to
the
hull
,
every
beam
in
her
detestable
like
ground
strewn
with
mangled
feathers
.
She
was
the
cannibal
of
the
seas
,
and
scarce
needed
that
watchful
eye
,
for
she
floated
immune
in
the
horror
of
her
name
.
She
was
wrapped
in
the
blanket
of
night
,
through
which
no
sound
from
her
could
have
reached
the
shore
.
There
was
little
sound
,
and
none
agreeable
save
the
whir
of
the
ship
's
sewing
machine
at
which
Smee
sat
,
ever
industrious
and
obliging
,
the
essence
of
the
commonplace
,
pathetic
Smee
.
I
know
not
why
he
was
so
infinitely
pathetic
,
unless
it
were
because
he
was
so
pathetically
unaware
of
it
;
but
even
strong
men
had
to
turn
hastily
from
looking
at
him
,
and
more
than
once
on
summer
evenings
he
had
touched
the
fount
of
Hook
's
tears
and
made
it
flow
.
Of
this
,
as
of
almost
everything
else
,
Smee
was
quite
unconscious
.
A
few
of
the
pirates
leant
over
the
bulwarks
drinking
in
the
miasma
of
the
night
;
others
sprawled
by
barrels
over
games
of
dice
and
cards
;
and
the
exhausted
four
who
had
carried
the
little
house
lay
prone
on
the
deck
,
where
even
in
their
sleep
they
rolled
skilfully
to
this
side
or
that
out
of
Hook
's
reach
,
lest
he
should
claw
them
mechanically
in
passing
.
Hook
trod
the
deck
in
thought
.
O
man
unfathomable
.
It
was
his
hour
of
triumph
.
Peter
had
been
removed
for
ever
from
his
path
,
and
all
the
other
boys
were
on
the
brig
,
about
to
walk
the
plank
.
It
was
his
grimmest
deed
since
the
days
when
he
had
brought
Barbecue
to
heel
;
and
knowing
as
we
do
how
vain
a
tabernacle
is
man
,
could
we
be
surprised
had
he
now
paced
the
deck
unsteadily
,
bellied
out
by
the
winds
of
his
success
?
But
there
was
no
elation
in
his
gait
,
which
kept
pace
with
the
action
of
his
sombre
mind
.
Hook
was
profoundly
dejected
.
He
was
often
thus
when
communing
with
himself
on
board
ship
in
the
quietude
of
the
night
.
It
was
because
he
was
so
terribly
alone
.
This
inscrutable
man
never
felt
more
alone
than
when
surrounded
by
his
dogs
.
They
were
socially
so
inferior
to
him
.
Hook
was
not
his
true
name
.
To
reveal
who
he
really
was
would
even
at
this
date
set
the
country
in
a
blaze
;
but
as
those
who
read
between
the
lines
must
already
have
guessed
,
he
had
been
at
a
famous
public
school
;
and
its
traditions
still
clung
to
him
like
garments
,
with
which
indeed
they
are
largely
concerned
.
Thus
it
was
offensive
to
him
even
now
to
board
a
ship
in
the
same
dress
in
which
he
grappled
her
;
and
he
still
adhered
in
his
walk
to
the
school
's
distinguished
slouch
.
But
above
all
he
retained
the
passion
for
good
form
.
