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"
You
all
right
,
Piggy
?
"
"
I
thought
they
wanted
the
conch
.
"
Ralph
trotted
down
the
pale
beach
and
jumped
on
to
the
platform
.
The
conch
still
glimmered
by
the
chief
's
seat
.
He
gazed
for
a
moment
or
two
,
then
went
back
to
Piggy
.
"
They
did
n't
take
the
conch
.
"
"
I
know
.
They
did
n't
come
for
the
conch
.
They
came
for
something
else
.
Ralph
--
what
am
I
going
to
do
?
"
Far
off
along
the
bowstave
of
beach
,
three
figures
trotted
toward
the
Castle
Rock
.
They
kept
away
from
the
forest
and
down
by
the
water
.
Occasionally
they
sang
softly
;
occasionally
they
turned
cartwheels
down
by
the
moving
streak
of
phosphorescence
.
The
chief
led
then
,
trotting
steadily
,
exulting
in
his
achievement
.
He
was
a
chief
now
in
truth
;
and
he
made
stabbing
motions
with
his
spear
.
From
his
left
hand
dangled
Piggy
's
broken
glasses
.
In
the
short
chill
of
dawn
the
four
boys
gathered
round
the
black
smudge
where
the
fire
had
been
,
while
Ralph
knelt
and
blew
.
Grey
,
feathery
ashes
scurried
hither
and
thither
at
his
breath
but
no
spark
shone
among
them
.
The
twins
watched
anxiously
and
Piggy
sat
expressionless
behind
the
luminous
wall
of
his
myopia
.
Ralph
continued
to
blow
till
his
ears
were
singing
with
the
effort
,
but
then
the
first
breeze
of
dawn
took
the
job
off
his
hands
and
blinded
him
with
ashes
.
He
squatted
back
,
swore
,
and
rubbed
water
out
of
his
eyes
.
"
No
use
.
"
Eric
looked
down
at
him
through
a
mask
of
dried
blood
.
Piggy
peered
in
the
general
direction
of
Ralph
.
"
'
Course
it
's
no
use
,
Ralph
.
Now
we
got
no
fire
.
"
