"That is all right, captain," Smee answered complacently; "we let her go."
"Luff, you lubber," cried an Irish voice that was Smee's; "here's the rock.
"Captain," said Smee, "could we not kidnap these boys' mother and make her our mother?"
"He doesn't know!" and always after this she felt that if you could have a pet pirate Smee would be her one.
It was the pirate dinghy, with three figures in her, Smee and Starkey, and the third a captive, no other than Tiger Lily.
"It is passing queer," Smee said, and they all fidgeted uncomfortably. Hook raised his voice, but there was a quiver in it.
Smee, much impressed, gazed at the bird as the nest was borne past, but the more suspicious Starkey said, "If she is a mother, perhaps she is hanging about here to help Peter."