as the boys advanced upon them in this terrible attitude, the wolves dropped their tails and fled.
Now Nibs rose from the ground, and the others thought that his staring eyes still saw the wolves. But it was not wolves he saw.
'I have seen a wonderfuller thing,' he cried, as they gathered round him eagerly. 'A great white bird. It is flying this way.'
'What kind of a bird, do you think?'
'I don't know,' Nibs said, awestruck, 'but it looks so weary, and as it flies it moans, "Poor Wendy."'
'Poor Wendy?'
'I remember,' said Slightly instantly, 'there are birds called Wendies.'
'See, it comes,' cried Curly, pointing to Wendy in the heavens.
Wendy was now almost overhead, and they could hear her plaintive cry. But more distinct came the shrill voice of Tinker Bell. The jealous fairy had now cast off all disguise of friendship, and was darting at her victim from every direction, pinching savagely each time she touched.
'Hullo, Tink,' cried the wondering boys.
Tink's reply rang out: 'Peter wants you to shoot the Wendy.'
It was not in their nature to question when Peter ordered. 'Let us do what Peter wishes,' cried the simple boys. 'Quick, bows and arrows.'
All but Tootles popped down their trees. He had a bow and arrow with him, and Tink noted it, and rubbed her little hands.
'Quick, Tootles, quick,' she screamed. 'Peter will be so pleased.'
Tootles excitedly fitted the arrow to his bow. 'Out of the way, Tink,' he shouted; and then he fired, and Wendy fluttered to the ground with an arrow in her breast.
CHAPTER VI
THE LITTLE HOUSE
Foolish Tootles was standing like a conqueror over Wendy's body when the other boys sprang, armed, from their trees.
'You are too late,' he cried proudly, 'I have shot the Wendy. Peter will be so pleased with me.'
Overhead Tinker Bell shouted 'Silly ass!' and darted into hiding. The others did not hear her. They had crowded round Wendy, and as they looked a terrible silence fell upon the wood. If Wendy's heart had been beating they would all have heard it.
Slightly was the first to speak. 'This is no bird,' he said in a scared voice. 'I think it must be a lady.'
'A lady?' said Tootles, and fell a-trembling.
'And we have killed her,' Nibs said hoarsely.
They all whipped off their caps.
'Now I see,' Curly said; 'Peter was bringing her to us.' He threw himself sorrowfully on the ground.
'A lady to take care of us at last,' said one of the twins, 'and you have killed her.'
They were sorry for him, but sorrier for themselves, and when he took a step nearer them they turned from him.
Tootles' face was very white, but there was a dignity about him now that had never been there before.
'I did it,' he said, reflecting. 'When ladies used to come to me in dreams, I said, "Pretty mother, pretty mother." But when at last she really came, I shot her.'
He moved slowly away.
'Don't go,' they called in pity.
'I must,' he answered, shaking; 'I am so afraid of Peter.'
It was at this tragic moment that they heard a sound which made the heart of every one of them rise to his mouth. They heard Peter crow.
'Peter!' they cried, for it was always thus that he signalled his return.
'Hide her,' they whispered, and gathered hastily around Wendy. But Tootles stood aloof.
Again came that ringing crow, and Peter dropped in front of them. 'Greeting, boys,' he cried, and mechanically they saluted, and then again was silence.
He frowned.
'I am back,' he said hotly, 'why do you not cheer?'
They opened their mouths, but the cheers would not come. He overlooked it in his haste to tell the glorious tidings.
'Great news, boys,' he cried, 'I have brought at last a mother for you all.'
Still no sound, except a little thud from Tootles as he dropped on his knees.
'Have you not seen her?' asked Peter, becoming troubled. 'She flew this way.'
'Ah me,' one voice said, and another said, 'Oh, mournful day.'
Tootles rose. 'Peter,' he said quietly, 'I will show her to you'; and when the others would still have hidden her he said, 'Back, twins, let Peter see.'
So they all stood back, and let him see, and after he had looked for a little time he did not know what to do next.
'She is dead,' he said uncomfortably. 'Perhaps she is frightened at being dead.'
He thought of hopping off in a comic sort of way till he was out of sight of her, and then never going near the spot any more. They would all have been glad to follow if he had done this.
But there was the arrow. He took it from her heart and faced his band.
'Whose arrow?' he demanded sternly.
'Mine, Peter,' said Tootles on his knees.
'Oh, dastard hand,' Peter said, and he raised the arrow to use it as a dagger.
Tootles did not flinch. He bared his breast.
'Strike, Peter,' he said firmly, 'strike true.'
Twice did Peter raise the arrow, and twice did his hand fall. 'I cannot strike,' he said with awe, 'there is something stays my hand.'
All looked at him in wonder, save Nibs, who fortunately looked at Wendy.
'It is she,' he cried, 'the Wendy lady; see, her arm.'
Wonderful to relate, Wendy had raised her arm. Nibs bent over her and listened reverently. 'I think she said "Poor Tootles,"' he whispered.
'She lives,' Peter said briefly.
Slightly cried instantly, 'The Wendy lady lives.'
Then Peter knelt beside her and found his button. You remember she had put it on a chain that she
