"They don'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. "Would you like an adventure
now," he said casually to John, "or would you like to have your
tea first?"
"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. "Would you like an adventure
now," he said casually to John, "or would you like to have your
tea first?"
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