He fathomed what it was straightaway, and immediately knew that the sleeper was in his power.
Lest he should be taken alive, Hook always carried about his person a dreadful drug, blended by himself of all the death-dealing rings that had come into his possession.

These he had boiled down into a yellow liquid quite unknown to science, which was probably the most virulent poison in existence.
Five drops of this he now added to Peter's cup.

His hand shook, but it was in exultation rather than in shame.

As he did it he avoided glancing at the sleeper, but not lest pity should unnerve him; merely to avoid spilling.

Then one long gloating look he cast upon his victim, and turning, wormed his way with difficulty up the tree.