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'
To
'
t
again
,
'
he
cried
despairingly
.
He
fought
now
like
a
human
flail
,
and
every
sweep
of
that
terrible
sword
would
have
severed
in
twain
any
man
or
boy
who
obstructed
it
;
but
Peter
fluttered
round
him
as
if
the
very
wind
it
made
blew
him
out
of
the
danger
zone
.
And
again
and
again
he
darted
in
and
pricked
.
Hook
was
fighting
now
without
hope
.
That
passionate
breast
no
longer
asked
for
life
;
but
for
one
boon
it
craved
:
to
see
Peter
bad
form
before
it
was
cold
for
ever
.
Abandoning
the
fight
he
rushed
into
the
powder
magazine
and
fired
it
.
'
In
two
minutes
,
'
he
cried
,
'
the
ship
will
be
blown
to
pieces
.
'
Now
,
now
,
he
thought
,
true
form
will
show
.
But
Peter
issued
from
the
powder
magazine
with
the
shell
in
his
hands
,
and
calmly
flung
it
overboard
.
What
sort
of
form
was
Hook
himself
showing
?
Misguided
man
though
he
was
,
we
may
be
glad
,
without
sympathising
with
him
,
that
in
the
end
he
was
true
to
the
traditions
of
his
race
.
The
other
boys
were
flying
around
him
now
,
flouting
,
scornful
;
and
as
he
staggered
about
the
deck
striking
up
at
them
impotently
,
his
mind
was
no
longer
with
them
;
it
was
slouching
in
the
playing
fields
of
long
ago
,
or
being
sent
up
for
good
,
or
watching
the
wall-game
from
a
famous
wall
.
And
his
shoes
were
right
,
and
his
waistcoat
was
right
,
and
his
tie
was
right
,
and
his
socks
were
right
.
James
Hook
,
thou
not
wholly
unheroic
figure
,
farewell
.
For
we
have
come
to
his
last
moment
.
