Then he spoke.
"Who is that ?" For long there was no answer: then again the knock.
"Who are you ?" No answer.
He was thrilled, and he loved being thrilled.

In two strides he reached the door.

Unlike Slightly's door, it filled the aperture [opening], so that he could not see beyond it, nor could the one knocking see him.
"I won't open unless you speak," Peter cried.
Then at last the visitor spoke, in a lovely bell-like voice.
"Let me in, Peter." It was Tink, and quickly he unbarred to her.

She flew in excitedly, her face flushed and her dress stained with mud.
"What is it ?" "Oh, you could never guess!" she cried, and offered him three guesses.
"Out with it!" he shouted, and in one ungrammatical sentence, as long as the ribbons that conjurers [magicians] pull from their mouths, she told of the capture of Wendy and the boys.
Peter's heart bobbed up and down as he listened.

Wendy bound, and on the pirate ship; she who loved everything to be just so! "I'll rescue her!" he cried, leaping at his weapons.