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Ralph dredged in his fading knowledge of the world.

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  2. Acknowledgements
  3. He nodded at Ralph.
  4. Piggy stirred the sand under water and did not look at Ralph.
  5. Piggy wilted. Ralph took the conch from him and looked round the circle of boys.
  6. Ralph could no longer ignore his speech. The blood was hot in his cheeks.
  7. Ralph fumbled to hold his spear so that it was point foremost; and now he saw that the stick was sharpened at both ends.
  8. Ralph grimaced.
  9. Ralph heaved over among the leaves. He had reason to be thankful that his dream was broken, for the bus had been nearer and more distinct

“We might get taken prisoner by the Reds.”

Eric pushed back his hair.

“They'd be better than—”

He would not name people and Sam finished the sentence for him by nodding along the beach.

Ralph remembered the ungainly figure on a parachute.

“He said something about a dead man.” He flushed painfully at this admission that he had been present at the dance. He made urging motions at the smoke with his body. “Don't stop—go on up!”

“Smoke's getting thinner.”

“We need more wood already, even when it's wet.”

“My asthma—”

The response was mechanical.

“Sucks to your ass-mar.”

“If I pull logs about, I get my asthma bad. I wish I didn't, Ralph, but there it is.”

The three boys went into the forest and fetched armfuls of rotten wood. Once more the smoke rose, yellow and thick.

“Let's get something to eat.”

Together they went to the fruit trees, carrying their spears, saying little, cramming in haste. When they came out of the forest again the sun was setting and only embers glowed in the fire, and there was no smoke.

“I can't carry any more wood,” said Eric. “I'm tired.”

Ralph cleared his throat.

“We kept the fire going up there.”

“Up there it was small. But this has got to be a big one.”

Ralph carried a fragment to the fire and watched the smoke that drifted into the dusk.

''We've got to keep it going.”

Eric flung himself down.

“I'm too tired. And what's the good?”

“Eric!” cried Ralph in a shocked voice. “Don't talk like that!”

Sam knelt by Eric.

“Well—what is the good?”

Ralph tried indignantly to remember. There was something good about a fire. Something overwhelmingly good.

“Ralph's told you often enough,” said Piggy moodily. “How else are we going to be rescued?”

“Of course! If we don't make smoke—”

He squatted before them in the crowding dusk.

“Don’t you understand? What's the good of wishing for radios and boats?”

He held out his hand and twisted the fingers into a fist

“There's only one thing we can do to get out of this mess. Anyone can play at hunting, anyone can get us meat—”

He looked from face to face. Then, at the moment of greatest passion and conviction, that curtain flapped in his head and he forgot what he had been driving at. He knelt there, his fist clenched, gazing solemnly from one to the other. Then the curtain whisked back.

“Oh, yes. So we've got to make smoke; and more smoke—”

“But we can't keep it going! Look at that!”

The fire was dying on them.

“Two to mind the fire,” said Ralph, half to himself, “that's twelve hours a day.”

“We can't get any more wood, Ralph—”

“—not in the dark—”

“—not at night—”

“We can light it every morning,” said Piggy. “Nobody ain't going to see smoke in the dark.'




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He looked away, licking his dry lips. | Piggy looked at the fire. | The two savages murmured. Jack spoke sharply. | Ralph grimaced. | A View to a Death | Piggy stirred the sand under water and did not look at Ralph. | Jack waved his spear again. | The blue-white scar was constant, the noise unendurable. Simon was crying out something about a dead man on a hill. | He was gesticulating, searching for a formula. | Memory of the dance that none of them had attended shook all tour boys convulsively. |


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