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"
Let
the
fire
go
then
,
for
tonight
.
"
He
led
the
way
to
the
first
shelter
,
which
still
stood
,
though
battered
.
The
bed
leaves
lay
within
,
dry
and
noisy
to
the
touch
.
In
the
next
shelter
a
littlun
was
talking
in
his
sleep
.
The
four
biguns
crept
into
the
shelter
and
burrowed
under
the
leaves
.
The
twins
lay
together
and
Ralph
and
Piggy
at
the
other
end
.
For
a
while
there
was
the
continual
creak
and
rustle
of
leaves
as
they
tried
for
comfort
.
"
Piggy
.
"
"
Yeah
?
"
"
All
right
?
"
"
S'pose
so
.
"
At
length
,
save
for
an
occasional
rustle
,
the
shelter
was
silent
.
An
oblong
of
blackness
relieved
with
brilliant
spangles
hung
before
them
and
there
was
the
hollow
sound
of
surf
on
the
reef
.
Ralph
settled
himself
for
his
nightly
game
of
supposing
...
.
Supposing
they
could
be
transported
home
by
jet
,
then
before
morning
they
would
land
at
that
big
airfield
in
Wiltshire
.
They
would
go
by
car
;
no
,
for
things
to
be
perfect
they
would
go
by
train
;
all
the
way
down
to
Devon
and
take
that
cottage
again
.
Then
at
the
foot
of
the
garden
the
wild
ponies
would
come
and
look
over
the
wall
...
.
Ralph
turned
restlessly
in
the
leaves
.
Dartmoor
was
wild
and
so
were
the
ponies
.
But
the
attraction
of
wildness
had
gone
.
His
mind
skated
to
a
consideration
of
a
tamed
town
where
savagery
could
not
set
foot
.
What
could
be
safer
than
the
bus
center
with
its
lamps
and
wheels
?
