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Ralph
said
nothing
.
He
led
the
way
over
the
rocks
,
inspected
a
sort
of
half-cave
that
held
nothing
more
terrible
than
a
clutch
of
rotten
eggs
,
and
at
last
sat
down
,
looking
round
him
and
tapping
the
rock
with
the
butt
of
his
spear
.
Jack
was
excited
.
"
What
a
place
for
a
fort
!
"
A
column
of
spray
wetted
them
.
"
No
fresh
water
.
"
"
What
's
that
then
?
"
There
was
indeed
a
long
green
smudge
half-way
up
the
rock
.
They
climbed
up
and
tasted
the
trickle
of
water
.
"
You
could
keep
a
coconut
shell
there
,
filling
all
the
time
.
"
"
Not
me
.
This
is
a
rotten
place
.
"
Side
by
side
they
scaled
the
last
height
to
where
the
diminishing
pile
was
crowned
by
the
last
broken
rock
.
Jack
struck
the
near
one
with
his
fist
and
it
grated
slightly
.
