His careless manner had gone at last , his eyes were sparkling , and a tingle went through them every time they touched his body . They were now over the fearsome island , flying so low that sometimes a tree grazed their feet . Nothing horrid was visible in the air , yet their progress had become slow and laboured , exactly as if they were pushing their way through hostile forces . Sometimes they hung in the air until Peter had beaten on it with his fists . `` They do n'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 ? '' Wendy said `` tea first '' quickly , and Michael pressed her hand in gratitude , but the braver John hesitated . `` What kind of adventure ? '' he asked cautiously . `` There 's a pirate asleep in the pampas just beneath us , '' Peter told him . `` If you like , we 'll go down and kill him . '' `` I do n't see him , '' John said after a long pause . `` I do . ''
`` Suppose , '' John XXXXX , a little huskily , `` he were to wake up . ''
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