They were now over the fearsome island , flying so low that sometimes a tree grazed their feet . Nothing horrid was visible in the air , yet their progress had become slow and laboured , exactly as if they were pushing their way through hostile forces . Sometimes they hung in the air until Peter had beaten on it with his fists . ` They do n't want us to land , ' he explained . ` Who are they ? ' Wendy whispered , shuddering . But he could not or would not say . Tinker Bell had been asleep on his shoulder , but now he wakened her and sent her on in front . Sometimes he poised himself in the air , listening intently with his hand to his ear , and again he would stare down with eyes so bright that they seemed to bore two holes to earth . Having done these things , he went on again . His courage was almost appalling . ` Do you want an adventure now , ' he said casually to John , ` or would you like to have your tea first ? ' Wendy said ` tea first ' quickly , and Michael pressed her hand in gratitude , but the braver John hesitated . ` What kind of adventure ? ' he asked cautiously . ` There 's a pirate asleep in the pampas just beneath us , ' Peter told him . ` If you like , we 'll go down and kill him . ' ' I do n't see him , ' John said after a long pause . ' I do . ' ` Suppose , ' John said a little huskily , ` he were to wake up . '
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