You even liked Nana to say that this was just the mantelpiece over here, and that the Neverland was all make-believe.
Of course the Neverland had been make-believe in those days, but it was real now, and there were no night-lights, and it was getting darker every moment, and where was Nana?
They had been flying apart, but they huddled close to Peter now.

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 don't want us to land," he explained.
"Who are they ?" Wendy whispered, shuddering.
But he could not or would not say.