` 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 the 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 in . 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 Neverland had been make-believe in those XXXXX ; 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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