And again and again he darted in and pricked . Hook was fighting now without hope . That passionate breast no longer asked for life ; but for one boon it craved : to see Peter show bad form before it was cold forever . Abandoning the fight he rushed into the powder magazine and fired it . `` In two minutes , '' he cried , `` the ship will be blown to pieces . '' Now , now , he thought , true form will show . But Peter issued from the powder magazine with the shell in his hands , and calmly flung it overboard . What sort of form was Hook himself showing ? Misguided man though he was , we may be glad , without sympathising with him , that in the end he was true to the traditions of his race . The other boys were flying around him now , flouting , scornful ; and he staggered about the deck striking up at them impotently , his mind was no longer with them ; it was slouching in the playing fields of long ago , or being sent up -LSB- to the headmaster -RSB- for good , or watching the wall-game from a famous wall . And his shoes were right , and his waistcoat was right , and his tie was right , and his socks were right . James Hook , thou not wholly unheroic figure , farewell . For we have come to his last moment . Seeing Peter slowly advancing upon him through the air with dagger poised , he sprang upon the bulwarks to cast himself into the sea . He did not know that the crocodile was waiting for him ; for we purposely stopped the clock that this knowledge might be spared him : a little mark of respect from us at the end . He had one last triumph , which I think we need not grudge him . As he stood on the bulwark looking over his shoulder at Peter gliding through the air , he invited him with a gesture to use his foot . It made Peter kick instead of stab . At last Hook had got the boon for which he craved . `` Bad form , '' he cried jeeringly , and went content to the crocodile .
Thus perished James XXXXX .
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