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There was a break in his voice, as if for a moment he recalled innocent days when but he brushed away this weakness with his hook. Smee, much impressed, gazed at the bird as the nest was borne past, but the more suspicious Starkey said, "If she is a mother, perhaps she is hanging about here to help Peter." Hook winced. "Ay," he said, "that is the fear that haunts me."
'Well, then, he cried, 'I am Peter Pan. Pan! In a moment Hook was himself again, and Smee and Starkey were his faithful henchmen. 'Now we have him, Hook shouted. 'Into the water, Smee. Starkey, mind the boat. Take him dead or alive. He leaped as he spoke, and simultaneously came the gay voice of Peter. 'Are you ready, boys? 'Ay, ay, from various parts of the lagoon.
Starkey Manor-House is rather like a number of rooms clustered round a grey, massive, old keep than a regularly-built hall.
Starkey Manor-house itself stood on a projection or peninsula of high land, jutting out from the abrupt hills that form the sides of the Trough of Bolland.
He leaped as he spoke, and simultaneously came the gay voice of Peter. "Are you ready, boys?" "Ay, ay," from various parts of the lagoon. "Then lam into the pirates." The fight was short and sharp. First to draw blood was John, who gallantly climbed into the boat and held Starkey. There was fierce struggle, in which the cutlass was torn from the pirate's grasp.
"Captain, is all well?" they asked timidly, but he answered with a hollow moan. "He sighs," said Smee. "He sighs again," said Starkey. "And yet a third time he sighs," said Smee. Then at last he spoke passionately. "The game's up," he cried, "those boys have found a mother." Affrighted though she was, Wendy swelled with pride. "O evil day!" cried Starkey.
Fifteen paid the penalty for their crimes that night; but two reached the shore: Starkey to be captured by the redskins, who made him nurse for all their papooses, a melancholy come-down for a pirate; and Smee, who henceforth wandered about the world in his spectacles, making a precarious living by saying he was the only man that Jas. Hook had feared.
"Name it, my son," commanded Starkey. "Try the Octoneumenoi very extra special. Two of 'em, Dick. Come to beg to be a member, Spargo?" "I'll think about being a member of this ante-room of the infernal regions when you start a ventilating fan and provide members with a route-map of the way from Fleet Street," answered Spargo, taking his glass. "Phew! what an atmosphere!"
I demand now to know whether it was not that poor devil whom you've ruined here, Starkey. Answer me." "What good would it do?" whined Elmendorf, shrugging his shoulders. "Would not my statement be promptly denied? Noblesse oblige, sir; the first business of these Knights of the Sword is to stand together, and woe betide the knave who dare accuse one of them.
The fires were made in the centre of these rude dwellings, a hole in the roof forming the only chimney. No Highland hut or Irish cabin could be of rougher construction. The owner of this property, at the beginning of the present century, was a Mr. Patrick Byrne Starkey.
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