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"
I
do
n't
know
.
"
"
You
do
n't
think
he
's
climbing
the
mountain
?
"
Piggy
broke
into
noisy
laughter
and
took
more
fruit
.
"
He
might
be
.
"
He
gulped
his
mouthful
.
"
He
's
cracked
.
"
Simon
had
passed
through
the
area
of
fruit
trees
but
today
the
littluns
had
been
too
busy
with
the
fire
on
the
beach
and
they
had
not
pursued
him
there
.
He
went
on
among
the
creepers
until
he
reached
the
great
mat
that
was
woven
by
the
open
space
and
crawled
inside
.
Beyond
the
screen
of
leaves
the
sunlight
pelted
down
and
the
butterflies
danced
in
the
middle
their
unending
dance
.
He
knelt
down
and
the
arrow
of
the
sun
fell
on
him
.
That
other
time
the
air
had
seemed
to
vibrate
with
heat
;
but
now
it
threatened
.
Soon
the
sweat
was
running
from
his
long
coarse
hair
.
He
shifted
restlessly
but
there
was
no
avoiding
the
sun
.
Presently
he
was
thirsty
,
and
then
very
thirsty
.
He
continued
to
sit
.
Far
off
along
the
beach
,
Jack
was
standing
before
a
small
group
of
boys
.
He
was
looking
brilliantly
happy
.
"
Hunting
,
"
he
said
.
He
sized
them
up
.
Each
of
them
wore
the
remains
of
a
black
cap
and
ages
ago
they
had
stood
in
two
demure
rows
and
their
voices
had
been
the
song
of
angels
.
"
We
'll
hunt
.
I
'm
going
to
be
chief
.
"
They
nodded
,
and
the
crisis
passed
easily
.
"
And
then
--
about
the
beast
.
"
They
moved
,
looked
at
the
forest
.
