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"
Where
's
that
stick
?
"
"
Here
.
"
"
Ram
one
end
in
the
earth
.
Oh
--
it
's
rock
.
Jam
it
in
that
crack
.
There
.
"
Jack
held
up
the
head
and
jammed
the
soft
throat
down
on
the
pointed
end
of
the
stick
which
pierced
through
into
the
mouth
.
He
stood
back
and
the
head
hung
there
,
a
little
blood
dribbling
down
the
stick
.
Instinctively
the
boys
drew
back
too
;
and
the
forest
was
very
still
.
They
listened
,
and
the
loudest
noise
was
the
buzzing
of
flies
over
the
spilled
guts
.
Jack
spoke
in
a
whisper
.
"
Pick
up
the
pig
.
"
Maurice
and
Robert
skewered
the
carcass
,
lifted
the
dead
weight
,
and
stood
ready
.
In
the
silence
,
and
standing
over
the
dry
blood
,
they
looked
suddenly
furtive
.
Jack
spoke
loudly
.
"
This
head
is
for
the
beast
.
It
's
a
gift
.
"
