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"
There
's
the
fire
.
Ca
n't
they
see
?
"
"
You
got
to
be
tough
now
.
Make
'em
do
what
you
want
.
"
Ralph
answered
in
the
cautious
voice
of
one
who
rehearses
a
theorem
.
"
If
I
blow
the
conch
and
they
do
n't
come
back
;
then
we
've
had
it
.
We
sha
n't
keep
the
fire
going
.
We
'll
be
like
animals
.
We
'll
never
be
rescued
.
"
"
If
you
do
n't
blow
,
we
'll
soon
be
animals
anyway
.
I
ca
n't
see
what
they
're
doing
but
I
can
hear
.
"
The
dispersed
figures
had
come
together
on
the
sand
and
were
a
dense
black
mass
that
revolved
.
They
were
chanting
something
and
littluns
that
had
had
enough
were
staggering
away
,
howling
.
Ralph
raised
the
conch
to
his
lips
and
then
lowered
it
.
"
The
trouble
is
:
Are
there
ghosts
,
Piggy
?
Or
beasts
?
"
"
Course
there
are
n't
.
"
"
Why
not
?
"
"
'
Cos
things
would
n't
make
sense
.
Houses
an
'
streets
,
an
'
--
TV
--
they
would
n't
work
.
"
