13 Carried Off

CHAPTER 13 Carried Off Peter slept for a long time. Finally, he was awakened by a soft rapping on the door of his

第十三章忘乎所以彼得睡了很久。 最后，他被一阵轻轻的敲门声吵醒了

tree. When he opened his eyes, it was still dark. He felt for his sword. "Who is it?" he asked. There was no answer, only another knock. "I said, who is it?" Still nothing, only silence. Peter was scared, but also excited. He loved adventures, especially ones that placed him in danger. His heart beat very fast. "I won't open unless you speak," he said. "Let me in, Peter," the visitor finally said in a lovely bell-like voice. It was Tinker Bell! Peter quickly unlocked the door and she flew in, her face flushed and her pretty dress stained with mud. Tinker Bell told Peter that Wendy and the boys had been captured and were now prisoners on the pirate ship. "I must save her!" Peter cried, leaping for his weapons. But first he would have a sip of the water

树。当他睁开眼睛时，天还是黑的。 他摸索着他的剑。“是谁？”他问。 没有回答，只是又敲了一下。 “我说，是谁呀？”还是什么也没有，只有沉默。 彼得很害怕，但也很兴奋。 他喜欢冒险，尤其是那些把他置于危险之中的冒险。 他的心跳得很快。“你不说话我就不开门，”他说。 “让我进去，彼得。”客人终于用悦耳的钟声般的声音说。 是小叮当！彼得迅速打开门，她飞了进来，她的脸涨得通红，漂亮的衣服上沾满了泥。 叮叮铃告诉彼得，温迪和孩子们被抓住了，现在被囚禁在海盗船上。 “我一定要救她！”彼得叫道，跳起来拿武器。 但他要先喝一口水

Wendy had left by his bed. His hand reached for the glass. "No!" Tinker Bell cried, for she had heard Hook mutter about his trick as he sped through the forest. "It is poisoned!" "What? How? By whom?" "Hook." "Don't be silly. How could Hook have gotten down here?" "I don't know, but he did." Peter Pan was stubborn, and thirsty, so he raised his glass anyway. Tinker Bell flew quickly between his lips and the glass and took a sip of the water instead. "Hey, that's my water," Peter protested. Tinker Bell did not answer. She was already spinning dizzily in the air, poisoned. "Tink?" Peter asked, suddenly afraid. "You should have listened to me," Tinker Bell said weakly. "Oh, Tink, why did you risk your life to save

温迪已经离开了他的床边。 他伸手去拿杯子。 “不!”叮叮铃叫了起来，因为她听见胡克在森林里疾驰而过，嘴里嘟囔着他的恶作剧。 “它中毒了！”“什么?如何? 由谁?”“钩”。“别傻了。 胡克怎么会到这儿来呢？”“我不知道，但他做到了。” 彼得·潘很固执，也很渴，所以他还是举起了杯子。 叮叮铃在他的嘴唇和杯子之间飞快地飞了起来，喝了一口水。 “嘿，那是我的水。”彼得抗议道。 小叮当没有回答。 她已经在空中晕眩地旋转，中毒了。 “叮叮铃?”彼得突然害怕起来，问道。 “你应该听我的。”小叮当虚弱地说。 “噢，叮叮铃，你为什么冒着生命危险去救我呢

me?" Peter asked. Her wings were weak, but she managed to land gracefully on Peter's shoulder and give his nose one last loving pinch. She whispered in his ear, "Because I love you, you silly donkey." Then she flew weakly back to her little cave and collapsed on her bed. Peter knelt near Tinker Bell's limp body in distress. His head filled almost the entire space of her room. Tink's light was growing darker. Peter knew she would die if it went out entirely. "Oh, Tink," he cried, "what can I do? I need

我?”彼得问。她的翅膀很脆弱，但她还是优雅地落在彼得的肩膀上，最后亲切地捏了捏他的鼻子。 她在他耳边轻声说：“因为我爱你，你这头蠢驴。” 然后她虚弱地飞回她的小洞穴，瘫倒在床上。 彼得痛苦地跪在叮叮铃软弱无力的身体旁。 他的脑袋几乎占据了她房间的整个空间。 叮叮铃身上的光越来越暗了。 彼得知道如果完全熄灭，她会死的。 “噢，叮叮铃，”他叫道，“我该怎么办呢？ 我需要

you. Please don't leave me now." "I think I could get well again if children believed in fairies," Tinker Bell gasped. But there were no children left in the cave! Peter stood up straight and screamed out to all of the children in the universe, to all who might be dreaming about Neverland, boys and girls in their pajamas, safe in their beds—maybe even you. "Do you believe?" he cried, and his question rang throughout the world. Tink sat up weakly in bed and listened, straining to hear her fate. She and Peter thought they heard some voices, but they weren't sure. "If you believe," Peter tried next, "clap your hands. Don't let Tink die!" This time they heard their answer: many children clapping. A few naughty, nasty children hissed, but mostly they clapped—until, that is, the clapping suddenly stopped, having been hushed by worried mothers who had rushed into

你。现在请不要离开我。” “我想，如果孩子们相信仙子的存在，我就能好起来。”小叮当喘着气说。 但是洞里没有孩子了！彼得站直身子，对着宇宙中所有的孩子，对着所有可能梦想着永无岛的孩子们，那些穿着睡衣、安然躺在床上的男孩和女孩——也许包括你——大声尖叫。 “你相信吗？”他喊道，他的问题传遍了全世界。 叮叮铃虚弱地从床上坐起来，听着，竭力想知道她的命运。 她和彼得觉得他们听到了一些声音，但他们不确定。 “如果你相信，”彼得接着说，“就拍拍手。 别让叮叮铃死掉！”这次他们听到了答案：许多孩子在鼓掌。 有几个调皮、讨厌的孩子发出嘘声，但大多数人都在鼓掌——直到，也就是说，在被冲进来的担心的母亲们压得安静下来之后，掌声突然停止了

bedrooms to find out what all the commotion was about. Nevertheless, that bit of clapping was enough. Tinker Bell was saved. Back to her old self, she didn't even think of thanking the children who believed—although she did want revenge on the few who had hissed. "Now we must rescue Wendy!" Peter vowed. Oh, if only some clapping could work that magic as well. "Yes, yes, we must always think of Wendy," Tinker Bell said glumly. It was a cloudy night, not good weather for flying, so Peter pressed forward on the ground, in Indian fashion. He could not help but notice that the island was strangely quiet, as though it were still in shock from the recent battle. As Peter walked, he looked for things the boys might have dropped. He had trained them, if ever taken, to leave such clues. Slightly, for example, was to cut trees and Curly to drop seeds. Wendy

去卧室里看看到底是怎么回事。 然而，那一点掌声就足够了。 小叮当得救了。回到原来的自己，她甚至没有想过要感谢那些相信她的孩子——尽管她确实想报复那些发出嘘声的孩子。 “现在我们必须去救温迪！”彼得誓言。 哦，要是一些掌声也能产生这样的魔力就好了。 “是的，是的，我们必须时刻想着温迪。”叮叮铃闷闷不乐地说。 这是一个多云的夜晚，不适合飞行，所以彼得以印度人的方式在地面上向前挤。 他不禁注意到，岛上出奇地安静，仿佛还没有从最近的战斗中恢复过来。 彼得一边走一边寻找孩子们可能掉在地上的东西。 他训练他们，如果有机会的话，留下这样的线索。 例如，斯莱特利负责砍树，科利负责撒种。 温迪