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He
was
standing
in
the
dust
of
the
fight
,
and
as
the
tribe
saw
his
intention
the
shrill
cheer
changed
to
a
steady
booing
.
Piggy
held
up
the
conch
and
the
booing
sagged
a
little
,
then
came
up
again
to
strength
.
"
I
got
the
conch
!
"
He
shouted
.
"
I
tell
you
,
I
got
the
conch
!
"
Surprisingly
,
there
was
silence
now
;
the
tribe
were
curious
to
hear
what
amusing
thing
he
might
have
to
say
.
Silence
and
pause
;
but
in
the
silence
a
curious
air-noise
,
close
by
Ralph
's
head
.
He
gave
it
half
his
attention
--
and
there
it
was
again
;
a
faint
"
Zup
!
"
Someone
was
throwing
stones
:
Roger
was
dropping
them
,
his
one
hand
still
on
the
lever
.
Below
him
,
Ralph
was
a
shock
of
hair
and
Piggy
a
bag
of
fat
.
"
I
got
this
to
say
.
You
're
acting
like
a
crowd
of
kids
.
"
The
booing
rose
and
died
again
as
Piggy
lifted
the
white
,
magic
shell
.
"
Which
is
better
--
to
be
a
pack
of
painted
Indians
like
you
are
,
or
to
be
sensible
like
Ralph
is
?
"
A
great
clamor
rose
among
the
savages
.
Piggy
shouted
again
.
