`` Look , Michael , there 's your cave ! '' `` John , what 's that in the brushwood ? '' `` It 's a wolf with her whelps . Wendy , I do believe that 's your little whelp ! '' `` There 's my boat , John , with her sides stove in ! '' `` No , it is n't . Why , we burned your boat . '' `` That 's her , at any rate . I say , John , I see the smoke of the redskin camp ! '' `` Where ? Show me , and I 'll tell you by the way smoke curls whether they are on the war-path . '' `` There , just across the Mysterious River . '' `` I see now . Yes , they are on the war-path right enough . '' Peter was a little annoyed with them for knowing so much , but if he wanted to lord it over them his triumph was at hand , for have I not told you that anon fear fell upon them ? It came as the arrows went , leaving the island in gloom . In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime . Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread , black shadows moved about in them , the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now , and above all , you lost the certainty that you would win . You were quite glad that the night-lights were on . You even liked Nana to say that this was just the mantelpiece over here , and that the Neverland was all make-believe .
Of course the XXXXX had been make-believe in those days , but it was real now , and there were no night-lights , and it was getting darker every moment , and where was Nana ?
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