There were no children there , and it was night-time ; but he addressed all who might be dreaming of the Neverland , and who were therefore nearer to him than you think : boys and girls in their nighties , and naked papooses in their baskets hung from trees . ` Do you believe ? ' he cried . Tink sat up in bed almost briskly to listen to her fate . She fancied she heard answers in the affirmative , and then again she was n't sure . ` What do you think ? ' she asked Peter . ` If you believe , ' he shouted to them , ` clap your hands ; do n't let Tink die . ' Many clapped . Some did n't . A few little beasts hissed . The clapping stopped suddenly ; as if countless mothers had rushed to their nurseries to see what on earth was happening ; but already Tink was saved . First her voice grew strong ; then she popped out of bed ; then she was flashing through the room more merry and impudent than ever . She never thought of thanking those who believed , but she would have liked to get at the ones who had hissed . ` And now to rescue Wendy . ' The moon was riding in a cloudy heaven when Peter rose from his tree , begirt with weapons and wearing little else , to set out upon his perilous quest . It was not such a night as he would have chosen . He had hoped to fly , keeping not far from the ground so that nothing unwonted should escape his eyes ; but in that fitful light to have flown low would have meant trailing his shadow through the trees , thus disturbing the birds and acquainting a watchful foe that he was astir . He regretted now that he had given the birds of the island such strange names that they are very wild and difficult of approach . There was no other course but to press forward in redskin fashion , at which happily he was an adept .
But in what direction , for he could not be sure that the XXXXX had been taken to the ship ?
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