Little shivers ran over it , and the sun went away and shadows stole across the water , turning it cold . Wendy could no longer see to thread her needle , and when she looked up , the lagoon that had always hitherto been such a laughing place seemed formidable and unfriendly . It was not , she knew , that night had come , but something as dark as night had come . No , worse than that . It had not come , but it had sent that shiver through the sea to say that it was coming . What was it ? There crowded upon her all the stories she had been told of Marooners ' Rock , so called because evil captains put sailors on it and leave them there to drown . They drown when the tide rises , for then it is submerged . Of course she should have roused the children at once ; not merely because of the unknown that was stalking toward them , but because it was no longer good for them to sleep on a rock grown chilly . But she was a young mother and she did not know this ; she thought you simply must stick to your rule about half an hour after the midday meal . So , though fear was upon her , and she longed to hear male voices , she would not waken them . Even when she heard the sound of muffled oars , though her heart was in her mouth , she did not waken them . She stood over them to let them have their sleep out . Was it not brave of Wendy ? It was well for those boys then that there was one among them who could sniff danger even in his sleep . Peter sprang erect , as wide awake at once as a dog , and with one warning cry he roused the others . He stood motionless , one hand to his ear . ` Pirates ! ' he cried . The others came closer to him .
A strange smile was playing about his face , and XXXXX saw it and shuddered .
Marooners Peter Wendy danger hour midday night oars sea shivers