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"
What
else
is
there
to
do
?
"
Nothing
replied
.
Simon
turned
away
from
the
open
space
and
crawled
through
the
creepers
till
he
was
in
the
dusk
of
the
forest
.
He
walked
drearily
between
the
trunks
,
his
face
empty
of
expression
,
and
the
blood
was
dry
round
his
mouth
and
chin
.
Only
sometimes
as
he
lifted
the
ropes
of
creeper
aside
and
chose
his
direction
from
the
trend
of
the
land
,
he
mouthed
words
that
did
not
reach
the
air
.
Presently
the
creepers
festooned
the
trees
less
frequently
and
there
was
a
scatter
of
pearly
light
from
the
sky
down
through
the
trees
.
This
was
the
backbone
of
the
island
,
the
slightly
higher
land
that
lay
beneath
the
mountain
where
the
forest
was
no
longer
deep
jungle
.
Here
there
were
wide
spaces
interspersed
with
thickets
and
huge
trees
and
the
trend
of
the
ground
led
him
up
as
the
forest
opened
.
He
pushed
on
,
staggering
sometimes
with
his
weariness
but
never
stopping
.
The
usual
brightness
was
gone
from
his
eyes
and
he
walked
with
a
sort
of
glum
determination
like
an
old
man
.
A
buffet
of
wind
made
him
stagger
and
he
saw
that
he
was
out
in
the
open
,
on
rock
,
under
a
brassy
sky
.
He
found
his
legs
were
weak
and
his
tongue
gave
him
pain
all
the
time
.
When
the
wind
reached
the
mountain-top
he
could
see
something
happen
,
a
flicker
of
blue
stuff
against
brown
clouds
.
He
pushed
himself
forward
and
the
wind
came
again
,
stronger
now
,
cuffing
the
forest
heads
till
they
ducked
and
roared
.
Simon
saw
a
humped
thing
suddenly
sit
up
on
the
top
and
look
down
at
him
.
He
hid
his
face
,
and
toiled
on
.
The
flies
had
found
the
figure
too
.
The
life-like
movement
would
scare
them
off
for
a
moment
so
that
they
made
a
dark
cloud
round
the
head
.
Then
as
the
blue
material
of
the
parachute
collapsed
the
corpulent
figure
would
bow
forward
,
sighing
,
and
the
flies
settle
once
more
.
Simon
felt
his
knees
smack
the
rock
.
He
crawled
forward
and
soon
he
understood
.
The
tangle
of
lines
showed
him
the
mechanics
of
this
parody
;
he
examined
the
white
nasal
bones
,
the
teeth
,
the
colors
of
corruption
.
He
saw
how
pitilessly
the
layers
of
rubber
and
canvas
held
together
the
poor
body
that
should
be
rotting
away
.
Then
the
wind
blew
again
and
the
figure
lifted
,
bowed
,
and
breathed
foully
at
him
.
Simon
knelt
on
all
fours
and
was
sick
till
his
stomach
was
empty
.
Then
he
took
the
lines
in
his
hands
;
he
freed
them
from
the
rocks
and
the
figure
from
the
wind
's
indignity
.
At
last
he
turned
away
and
looked
down
at
the
beaches
.
The
fire
by
the
platform
appeared
to
be
out
,
or
at
least
making
no
smoke
.
Further
along
the
beach
,
beyond
the
little
river
and
near
a
great
slab
of
rock
,
a
thin
trickle
of
smoke
was
climbing
into
the
sky
.
Simon
,
forgetful
of
the
flies
,
shaded
his
eyes
with
both
hands
and
peered
at
the
smoke
.
Even
at
that
distance
it
was
possible
to
see
that
most
of
the
boys
--
perhaps
all
of
the
boys
--
were
there
.
So
they
had
shifted
camp
then
,
away
from
the
beast
.
As
Simon
thought
this
,
he
turned
to
the
poor
broken
thing
that
sat
stinking
by
his
side
.
The
beast
was
harmless
and
horrible
;
and
the
news
must
reach
the
others
as
soon
as
possible
.
He
started
down
the
mountain
and
his
legs
gave
beneath
him
.
Even
with
great
care
the
best
he
could
do
was
a
stagger
.
"
Bathing
,
"
said
Ralph
,
"
that
's
the
only
thing
to
do
.
"
Piggy
was
inspecting
the
looming-sky
through
his
glass
.
"
I
do
n't
like
them
clouds
.
Remember
how
it
rained
just
after
we
landed
?
"
