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 [tell], Wendy had raised her arm.

Nibs bent over her and listened reverently.