It was a soft cautious tapping on the door of his tree . Soft and cautious , but in that stillness it was sinister . Peter felt for his dagger till his hand gripped it . Then he spoke . ` Who is that ? ' For long there was no answer : then again the knock . ` Who are you ? ' No answer . He was thrilled , and he loved being thrilled . In two strides he reached his door . Unlike Slightly 's door it filled the aperture , so that he could not see beyond it , nor could the one knocking see him . ' I wo n't open unless you speak , ' Peter cried . Then at last the visitor spoke , in a lovely bell-like voice . ` Let me in , Peter . ' It was Tink , and quickly he unbarred to her . She flew in excitedly , her face flushed and her dress stained with mud . ` What is it ? ' ` Oh , you could never guess , ' she cried , and offered him three guesses . ` Out with it ! ' he shouted ; and in one ungrammatical sentence , as long as the ribbons conjurers pull from their mouths , she told of the capture of Wendy and the boys .
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