`` We must go , '' she said , almost brightly . `` Yes , '' he answered faintly . `` Shall we swim or fly , Peter ? '' He had to tell her . `` Do you think you could swim or fly as far as the island , Wendy , without my help ? '' She had to admit that she was too tired . He moaned . `` What is it ? '' she asked , anxious about him at once . `` I ca n't help you , Wendy . Hook wounded me . I can neither fly nor swim . '' `` Do you mean we shall both be drowned ? '' `` Look how the water is rising . '' They put their hands over their eyes to shut out the sight . They thought they would soon be no more . As they sat thus something brushed against Peter as light as a kiss , and stayed there , as if saying timidly , `` Can I be of any use ? '' It was the tail of a kite , which Michael had made some days before . It had torn itself out of his hand and floated away . `` Michael 's kite , '' Peter said without interest , but next moment he had seized the tail , and was pulling the kite toward him .
`` It lifted XXXXX off the ground , '' he cried ; `` why should it not carry you ? ''
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