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They
raced
along
the
pig-track
,
but
the
forest
was
too
dark
and
tangled
so
that
Jack
,
cursing
,
stopped
them
and
cast
among
the
trees
.
Then
he
said
nothing
for
a
time
but
breathed
fiercely
so
that
they
were
awed
by
him
and
looked
at
each
other
in
uneasy
admiration
.
Presently
he
stabbed
down
at
the
ground
with
his
finger
.
"
There
--
"
Before
the
others
could
examine
the
drop
of
blood
,
Jack
had
swerved
off
,
judging
a
trace
,
touching
a
bough
that
gave
.
So
he
followed
,
mysteriously
right
and
assured
,
and
the
hunters
trod
behind
him
.
He
stopped
before
a
covert
.
"
In
there
.
"
They
surrounded
the
covert
but
the
sow
got
away
with
the
sting
of
another
spear
in
her
flank
.
The
trailing
butts
hindered
her
and
the
sharp
,
cross-cut
points
were
a
torment
.
She
blundered
into
a
tree
,
forcing
a
spear
still
deeper
;
and
after
that
any
of
the
hunters
could
follow
her
easily
by
the
drops
of
vivid
blood
.
The
afternoon
wore
on
,
hazy
and
dreadful
with
damp
heat
;
the
sow
staggered
her
way
ahead
of
them
,
bleeding
and
mad
,
and
the
hunters
followed
,
wedded
to
her
in
lust
,
excited
by
the
long
chase
and
the
dropped
blood
.
They
could
see
her
now
,
nearly
got
up
with
her
,
but
she
spurted
with
her
last
strength
and
held
ahead
of
them
again
.
They
were
just
behind
her
when
she
staggered
into
an
open
space
where
bright
flowers
grew
and
butterflies
danced
round
each
other
and
the
air
was
hot
and
still
.
Here
,
struck
down
by
the
heat
,
the
sow
fell
and
the
hunters
hurled
themselves
at
her
.
This
dreadful
eruption
from
an
unknown
world
made
her
frantic
;
she
squealed
and
bucked
and
the
air
was
full
of
sweat
and
noise
and
blood
and
terror
.
Roger
ran
round
the
heap
,
prodding
with
his
spear
whenever
pigflesh
appeared
.
Jack
was
on
top
of
the
sow
,
stabbing
downward
with
his
knife
.
Roger
found
a
lodgment
for
his
point
and
began
to
push
till
he
was
leaning
with
his
whole
weight
.
The
spear
moved
forward
inch
by
inch
and
the
terrified
squealing
became
a
highpitched
scream
.
Then
Jack
found
the
throat
and
the
hot
blood
spouted
over
his
hands
.
The
sow
collapsed
under
them
and
they
were
heavy
and
fulfilled
upon
her
.
The
butterflies
still
danced
,
preoccupied
in
the
center
of
the
clearing
.
At
last
the
immediacy
of
the
kill
subsided
.
The
boys
drew
back
,
and
Jack
stood
up
,
holding
out
his
hands
.
