One more wail would go the round in that wind by night.
In the gloom that they brought with them the two pirates did not see the rock till they crashed into it.
"Luff, you lubber," cried an Irish voice that was Smee's; "here's the rock.

Now, then, what we have to do is to hoist the redskin on to it and leave her here to drown." It was the work of one brutal moment to land the beautiful girl on the rock; she was too proud to offer a vain resistance.
Quite near the rock, but out of sight, two heads were bobbing up and down, Peter's and Wendy's.

Wendy was crying, for it was the first tragedy she had seen.

Peter had seen many tragedies, but he had forgotten them all.

He was less sorry than Wendy for Tiger Lily: it was two against one that angered him, and he meant to save her.