There was no other course but to press forward in redskin fashion , at which happily he was an adept -LSB- expert -RSB- . But in what direction , for he could not be sure that the children had been taken to the ship ? A light fall of snow had obliterated all footmarks ; and a deathly silence pervaded the island , as if for a space Nature stood still in horror of the recent carnage . He had taught the children something of the forest lore that he had himself learned from Tiger Lily and Tinker Bell , and knew that in their dire hour they were not likely to forget it . Slightly , if he had an opportunity , would blaze -LSB- cut a mark in -RSB- the trees , for instance , Curly would drop seeds , and Wendy would leave her handkerchief at some important place . The morning was needed to search for such guidance , and he could not wait . The upper world had called him , but would give no help . The crocodile passed him , but not another living thing , not a sound , not a movement ; and yet he knew well that sudden death might be at the next tree , or stalking him from behind . He swore this terrible oath : `` Hook or me this time . '' Now he crawled forward like a snake , and again erect , he darted across a space on which the moonlight played , one finger on his lip and his dagger at the ready . He was frightfully happy . Chapter 14 THE PIRATE SHIP One green light squinting over Kidd 's Creek , which is near the mouth of the pirate river , marked where the brig , the JOLLY ROGER , lay , low in the water ; a rakish-looking -LSB- speedy-looking -RSB- craft foul to the hull , every beam in her detestable , like ground strewn with mangled feathers . She was the cannibal of the seas , and scarce needed that watchful eye , for she floated immune in the horror of her name . She was wrapped in the blanket of night , through which no sound from her could have reached the shore . There was little sound , and none agreeable save the whir of the ship 's sewing machine at which Smee sat , ever industrious and obliging , the essence of the commonplace , pathetic Smee . I know not why he was so infinitely pathetic , unless it were because he was so pathetically unaware of it ; but even strong men had to turn hastily from looking at him , and more than once on summer evenings he had touched the fount of Hook 's tears and made it flow . Of this , as of almost everything else , Smee was quite unconscious . A few of the pirates leant over the bulwarks , drinking in the miasma -LSB- putrid mist -RSB- of the night ; others sprawled by barrels over games of dice and cards ; and the exhausted four who had carried the little house lay prone on the deck , where even in their sleep they rolled skillfully to this side or that out of Hook 's reach , lest he should claw them mechanically in passing . Hook trod the deck in thought . O man unfathomable .
It was his XXXXX of triumph .
ROGER Smee bulwarks dagger footmarks fount hour morning night obliging