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〃I got this to say。 You're acting like a crowd of lads。〃
The booing rose and died again as Piggy lifted the white； magic shell。
〃Which is better…to be a pack of painted Indians like you are； or to be sensible like Ralph is？〃
A great clamor rose among the savages。 Piggy shouted again。
〃Which is better…to have rules and agree； or to hunt and kill？〃
Again the clamor and again〃Zup！〃
Ralph shouted against the noise。
〃Which is better； law and rescue； or hunting and breaking things up？〃
Now Jack was veiling too and Ralph could no longer make himself heard。 Jack had backed right against the tribe and they were a solid mass of menace that bristled with spears。 The intention of a charge was forming among them； they were working up to it and the neck would be swept clear。 Ralph stood facing them； a little to one side； his spear ready。 By him stood Piggy still holding out the talisman； the fragile； shining beauty of the shell。 The storm of sound beat at them； an incantation of hatred。 High overhead； Roger； with a sense of delirious abandonment； leaned all his weight on the lever。
Ralph heard the great rock long before he saw it。 He was aware of a jolt in the earth that came to him through the soles of his feet； and the breaking sound of stones at the top of the cliff。 Then the monstrous red thing； bounded across the neck and he flung himself fiat while the tribe shrieked。
The rock struck Piggy a glancing blow from chin to knee； the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist。 Piggy； saying nothing； with no time for even a grunt； traveled through the air sideways from the rock； turning over as he went。 The rock bounded twice and was lost in the forest。 Piggy fell forty feet and landed on his back across that square red rock in the sea。 His head opened and stuff came out and turned red。 Piggy's arms and legs twitched a bit； like a pig's after it has been killed。 Then the sea breathed again in a long； slow sigh； the water boiled white and pink over the rock； and when it went； sucking back again； the body of Piggy was gone。
This time the silence was plete。 Ralph's lips formed a word but no sound came。
Suddenly Jack bounded out from the tribe and began screaming wildly。
〃See？ See？ That's what you'll get！ I meant that！ There isn't a tribe for you any morel The conch is gone…〃
He ran forward； stooping。
〃I'm chief！〃
Viciously； with full intention； he hurled his spear at Ralph。 The point tore the skin and flesh over Ralph's ribs； then sheared off and fell in the water。 Ralph stumbled； feeling not pain but panic； and the tribe； screaming now like the chief； began to advance。 Another spear； a bent one that would not fly straight； went past his face and one fell from on high where Roger was。 The twins lay hidden behind the tribe and the anonymous devils' faces swarmed across the neck。 Ralph turned and ran。 A great noise as of sea gulls rose behind him。 He obeyed an instinct that he did not know he possessed and swerved over the open space so that the spears went wide。 He saw the headless body of the sow and jumped in time。 Then he was crashing through foliage and small boughs and was hidden by the forest。
The chief stopped by the pig； turned and held up his hands。
〃Back！ Back to the fort！〃
Presently the tribe returned noisily to the neck where Roger joined them。
The chief spoke to him angrily。
〃Why aren't you on watch？〃
Roger looked at him gravely。
〃I just came down…〃
The hangman's horror clung round him。 The chief said no more to him but looked down at Samneric。
〃You got to join the tribe。〃
〃You lemme go…〃
〃…and me。〃
The chief snatched one of the few spears that were left and poked Sam in the ribs。
〃What d'you mean by it； eh？〃 said the chief fiercely； 〃What d'you mean by ing with spears？ What d'you mean by not joining my tribe？〃
The prodding became rhythmic。 Sam yelled。
〃That's not the way。〃
Roger edged past the chief； only just avoiding pushing him with his shoulder。 The yelling ceased； and Samneric lay looking up in quiet terror。 Roger advanced upon them as one wielding a nameless authority。
CHAPTER TWELVE
Cry of the Hunters
Ralph lay in a covert； wondering about his wounds。 The bruised flesh was inches in diameter over his right ribs； with a swollen and bloody scar where the spear had hit him。 His hair was full of dirt and tapped like the tendrils of a creeper。 All over he was scratched and bruised from his flight through the forest。 By the time his breathing was normal again； he had worked out that bathing these injuries would have to wait。 How could you listen for naked feet if you were splashing in water？ How could you be safe by the little stream or on the open beach？
Ralph listened。 He was not really far from the Castle Rock； and during the first panic he had thought he heard sounds of pursuit But the hunters had only sneaked into the fringes of the greenery； retrieving spears perhaps； and then had rushed back to the sunny rock as if terrified of the darkness under the leaves。 He had even glimpsed one of them； striped brown； black； and red； and had judged that it was Bill。 But really； thought Ralph； this was not Bill。 This was a savage whose image refused to blend with that ancient picture of a boy in shorts and shirt。
The afternoon died away； the circular spots of sunlight moved steadily over green fronds and brown fiber but no sound came from behind the rock。 At last Ralph wormed out of the ferns and sneaked forward to the edge of that impenetrable thicket that fronted the neck of land。 He peered with elaborate caution between branches at the edge and could see Robert sitting on guard at the top of the cliff。 He held a spear in his left hand and was tossing up a pebble and catching it again with the right。 Behind him a column of smoke rose thickly； so that Ralph's nostrils flared and his mouth dribbled。 He wiped his nose and mouth with the back of his hand and for the first time since the morning felt hungry。 The tribe must be sitting round the gutted pig； watching the fat ooze and burn among the ashes。 They would be intent
Another figure； an unrecognizable one； appeared by Robert and gave him something； then turned and went back behind the rock。 Robert laid his spear on the rock beside him and began to gnaw between his raised hands。 So the feast was beginning and the watchman had been given his portion。
Ralph saw that for the time being he was safe。 He limped away through the fruit trees； drawn by the thought of the poor food yet bitter when he remembered the feast。 Feast today； and then tomorrow。 。 。 。
He argued unconvincingly that they would let him alone； perhaps even make an outlaw of him。 But then the fatal unreasoning knowledge came to him again。 The breaking of the conch and the deaths of Piggy and Simon lay over the island like a vapor。 These painted savages would go further and further。 Then there was that indefinable connection between himself and Jack； who therefore would never let him alone； never。
He paused； sun…flecked； holding up a bough； prepared to duck under it A spasm of terror set him shaking and he cried aloud。
〃No。 They're not as bad as that。 It was an accident。〃
He ducked under the bough； ran clumsily； then stopped and listened。
He came to the smashed acres of fruit and ate greedily。 He saw two littluns and； not having any idea of his own appearance； wondered why they screamed and ran。
When he had eaten he went toward the beach。 The sunlight was slanting now into the palms by the wrecked shelter。 There was the platform and the pool。 The best thing to do was to ignore this leaden feeling about the heart and rely on their mon sense； their daylight sanity。 Now that the tribe had eaten； the thing to do was to try again。 And anyway； he couldn't stay here all night in an empty shelter by the deserted platform。 His flesh crept and he shivered in the evening sun。 No fire； no smoke； no rescue。 He turned and limped away through the forest toward Jack's end of the island。
The slanting sticks of sunlight were lost among the branches。 At length he came to a clearing in the forest where rock prevented vegetation from growing。 Now it was a pool of shad