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"
Ashes
.
We
're
on
the
edge
of
the
burnt
patch
.
"
Their
footsteps
and
the
occasional
breeze
were
stirring
up
small
devils
of
dust
.
Now
that
they
stopped
again
,
Ralph
had
time
while
he
coughed
to
remember
how
silly
they
were
.
If
there
was
no
beast
--
and
almost
certainly
there
was
no
beast
--
in
that
case
,
well
and
good
;
but
if
there
was
something
waiting
on
top
of
the
mountain
--
what
was
the
use
of
three
of
them
,
handicapped
by
the
darkness
and
carrying
only
sticks
?
"
We
're
being
fools
.
"
Out
of
the
darkness
came
the
answer
.
"
Windy
?
"
Irritably
Ralph
shook
himself
.
This
was
all
Jack
's
fault
.
"
'
Course
I
am
.
But
we
're
still
being
fools
.
"
"
If
you
do
n't
want
to
go
on
,
"
said
the
voice
sarcastically
,
"
I
'll
go
up
by
myself
.
"
Ralph
heard
the
mockery
and
hated
Jack
.
The
sting
of
ashes
in
his
eyes
,
tiredness
,
fear
,
enraged
him
.
"
Go
on
then
!
We
'll
wait
here
.
"
