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Again
the
blue-white
scar
jagged
above
them
and
the
sulphurous
explosion
beat
down
.
The
littluns
screamed
and
blundered
about
,
fleeing
from
the
edge
of
the
forest
,
and
one
of
them
broke
the
ring
of
biguns
in
his
terror
.
"
Him
!
Him
!
"
The
circle
became
a
horseshoe
.
A
thing
was
crawling
out
of
the
forest
.
It
came
darkly
,
uncertainly
.
The
shrill
screaming
that
rose
before
the
beast
was
like
a
pain
.
The
beast
stumbled
into
the
horseshoe
.
"
_
Kill
the
beast
!
Cut
his
throat
!
Spill
his
blood
!
_
"
The
blue-white
scar
was
constant
,
the
noise
unendurable
.
Simon
was
crying
out
something
about
a
dead
man
on
a
hill
.
"
_
Kill
the
beast
!
Cut
his
throat
!
Spill
his
blood
!
Do
him
in
!
_
"
The
sticks
fell
and
the
mouth
of
the
new
circle
crunched
and
screamed
.
The
beast
was
on
its
knees
in
the
center
,
its
arms
folded
over
its
face
.
It
was
crying
out
against
the
abominable
noise
something
about
a
body
on
the
hill
.
The
beast
struggled
forward
,
broke
the
ring
and
fell
over
the
steep
edge
of
the
rock
to
the
sand
by
the
water
.
At
once
the
crowd
surged
after
it
,
poured
down
the
rock
,
leapt
on
to
the
beast
,
screamed
,
struck
,
bit
,
tore
.
There
were
no
words
,
and
no
movements
but
the
tearing
of
teeth
and
claws
.
Then
the
clouds
opened
and
let
down
the
rain
like
a
waterfall
.
The
water
bounded
from
the
mountain-top
,
tore
leaves
and
branches
from
the
trees
,
poured
like
a
cold
shower
over
the
struggling
heap
on
the
sand
.
Presently
the
heap
broke
up
and
figures
staggered
away
.
Only
the
beast
lay
still
,
a
few
yards
from
the
sea
.
Even
in
the
rain
they
could
see
how
small
a
beast
it
was
;
and
already
its
blood
was
staining
the
sand
.
Now
a
great
wind
blew
the
rain
sideways
,
cascading
the
water
from
the
forest
trees
.
On
the
mountain-top
the
parachute
filled
and
moved
;
the
figure
slid
,
rose
to
its
feet
,
spun
,
swayed
down
through
a
vastness
of
wet
air
and
trod
with
ungainly
feet
the
tops
of
the
high
trees
;
falling
,
still
falling
,
it
sank
toward
the
beach
and
the
boys
rushed
screaming
into
the
darkness
.
The
parachute
took
the
figure
forward
,
furrowing
the
lagoon
,
and
bumped
it
over
the
reef
and
out
to
sea
.
Toward
midnight
the
rain
ceased
and
the
clouds
drifted
away
,
so
that
the
sky
was
scattered
once
more
with
the
incredible
lamps
of
stars
.
Then
the
breeze
died
too
and
there
was
no
noise
save
the
drip
and
trickle
of
water
that
ran
out
of
clefts
and
spilled
down
,
leaf
by
leaf
,
to
the
brown
earth
of
the
island
.
