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"
Well
--
what
is
the
good
?
"
Ralph
tried
indignantly
to
remember
.
There
was
something
good
about
a
fire
.
Something
overwhelmingly
good
.
"
Ralph
's
told
you
often
enough
,
"
said
Piggy
moodily
.
"
How
else
are
we
going
to
be
rescued
?
"
"
Of
course
!
If
we
do
n't
make
smoke
--
"
He
squatted
before
them
in
the
crowding
dusk
.
"
Do
n't
you
understand
?
What
's
the
good
of
wishing
for
radios
and
boats
?
"
He
held
out
his
hand
and
twisted
the
fingers
into
a
fist
.
"
There
's
only
one
thing
we
can
do
to
get
out
of
this
mess
.
Anyone
can
play
at
hunting
,
anyone
can
get
us
meat
--
"
He
looked
from
face
to
face
.
Then
,
at
the
moment
of
greatest
passion
and
conviction
,
that
curtain
flapped
in
his
head
and
he
forgot
what
he
had
been
driving
at
.
He
knelt
there
,
his
fist
clenched
,
gazing
solemnly
from
one
to
the
other
.
Then
the
curtain
whisked
back
.
"
Oh
,
yes
.
So
we
've
got
to
make
smoke
;
and
more
smoke
--
"
"
But
we
ca
n't
keep
it
going
!
Look
at
that
!
"
