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'Thanks,” he said. Then with an accent of pleased surprise—"Thanks!”
“Do all right on our own,” said Piggy. “It's them that haven't no common sense that make trouble on this island. We’ll make a little hot fire—”
Ralph remembered what had been worrying him.
“Where's Simon?”
“I don't know.”
“You don't think he's climbing the mountain?”
Piggy broke into noisy laughter and took more fruit.
“He might be.” He gulped his mouthful. “He's cracked.”
Simon had passed through the area of fruit trees but today the littluns had been too busy with the fire on the beach and they had not pursued him there. He went on among the creepers until he reached the great mat that was woven by the open space and crawled inside. Beyond the screen of leaves the sunlight pelted down and the butterflies danced in the middle their unending dance. He knelt down and the arrow of the sun fell on him. That other time the air had seemed to vibrate with heat; but now it threatened. Soon the sweat was running from his long coarse hair. He shifted restlessly but there was no avoiding the sun. Presently he was thirsty, and then very thirsty.
He continued to sit far off alone the beach, Jack was standing before a small group of boys. He was looking brilliantly happy.
“Hunting,” he said. He sized them up. Each of them wore the remains of a black cap and ages ago they had stood in two demure rows and their voices had been the song of angels.
“We’ll hunt. I'm going to be chief.”
They nodded, and the crisis passed easily.
“And then—about the beast.”
They moved, looked at the forest.
“I say this. We aren't going to bother about the beast.”
He nodded at them.
“We're going to forget the beast.”
“That's right!”
“Yes!”
“Forget the beast!”
If Jack was astonished by their fervor he did not show it.
“And another thing. We shan't dream so much down here. This is near the end of the island.”
They agreed passionately out of the depths of their tormented private lives.
“Now listen. We might go later to the castle rock. But now I'm going to get more of the biguns away from the conch and all that We’ll kill a pig and give a feast.” He paused and went on more slowly. “And about the beast When we kill we’ll leave some of the kill for it. Then it won't bother us, maybe.”
He stood up abruptly.
“We’ll go into the forest now and hunt.”
He turned and trotted away and after a moment they followed him obediently.
They spread out, nervously, in the forest. Almost at once Jack found the dung and scattered roots that told of pig and soon the track was fresh. Jack signaled the rest of the hunt to be quiet and went forward by himself. He was happy and wore the damp darkness of the forest like his old clothes. He crept down a slope to rocks and scattered trees by the sea.
The pigs lay, bloated bags of fat, sensuously enjoying the shadows under the trees. There was no wind and they were unsuspicious; and practice had made Jack silent as the shadows. He stole away again and instructed his hidden hunters. Presently they all began to inch forward sweating in the silence and heat. Under the trees an ear flapped idly. A little apart from the rest, sunk in deep maternal bliss, lay the largest sow of the lot. She was black and pink; and the great bladder of her belly was fringed with a row of piglets that slept or burrowed and squeaked.
Fifteen yards from the drove Jack stopped, and his arm, straightening, pointed at the sow. he looked round in inquiry to make sure that everyone understood and the other boys nodded at him. The row of right arms slid back.
“Now!”
The drove of pigs started up; and at a range of only ten yards the wooden spears with fire-hardened points flew toward the chosen pig. One piglet, with a demented shriek, rushed into the sea trailing Roger's spear behind it. The sow gave a gasping squeal and staggered up, with two spears sticking in her fat flank. The boys shouted and rushed forward, the piglets scattered and the sow burst the advancing line and went crashing away through the forest.
“After her!”
They raced along the pig-track, but the forest was too dark and tangled so that Jack, cursing, stopped them and cast among the trees. Then he said nothing for a time but breathed fiercely so that they were awed by him and looked at each other in uneasy admiration. Presently he stabbed down at the ground with his finger.
“There—”
Before the others could examine the drop of blood, Jack had swerved off, judging a trace, touching a bough that gave. So he followed, mysteriously right and assured, and the hunters trod behind him.
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