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Ralph
lay
in
a
covert
,
wondering
about
his
wounds
.
The
bruised
flesh
was
inches
in
diameter
over
his
right
ribs
,
with
a
swollen
and
bloody
scar
where
the
spear
had
hit
him
.
His
hair
was
full
of
dirt
and
tapped
like
the
tendrils
of
a
creeper
.
All
over
he
was
scratched
and
bruised
from
his
flight
through
the
forest
.
By
the
time
his
breathing
was
normal
again
,
he
had
worked
out
that
bathing
these
injuries
would
have
to
wait
.
How
could
you
listen
for
naked
feet
if
you
were
splashing
in
water
?
How
could
you
be
safe
by
the
little
stream
or
on
the
open
beach
?
Ralph
listened
.
He
was
not
really
far
from
the
Castle
Rock
,
and
during
the
first
panic
he
had
thought
he
heard
sounds
of
pursuit
.
But
the
hunters
had
only
sneaked
into
the
fringes
of
the
greenery
,
retrieving
spears
perhaps
,
and
then
had
rushed
back
to
the
sunny
rock
as
if
terrified
of
the
darkness
under
the
leaves
.
He
had
even
glimpsed
one
of
them
,
striped
brown
,
black
,
and
red
,
and
had
judged
that
it
was
Bill
.
But
really
,
thought
Ralph
,
this
was
not
Bill
.
This
was
a
savage
whose
image
refused
to
blend
with
that
ancient
picture
of
a
boy
in
shorts
and
shirt
.
The
afternoon
died
away
;
the
circular
spots
of
sunlight
moved
steadily
over
green
fronds
and
brown
fiber
but
no
sound
came
from
behind
the
rock
.
At
last
Ralph
wormed
out
of
the
ferns
and
sneaked
forward
to
the
edge
of
that
impenetrable
thicket
that
fronted
the
neck
of
land
.
He
peered
with
elaborate
caution
between
branches
at
the
edge
and
could
see
Robert
sitting
on
guard
at
the
top
of
the
cliff
.
He
held
a
spear
in
his
left
hand
and
was
tossing
up
a
pebble
and
catching
it
again
with
the
right
.
Behind
him
a
column
of
smoke
rose
thickly
,
so
that
Ralph
's
nostrils
flared
and
his
mouth
dribbled
.
He
wiped
his
nose
and
mouth
with
the
back
of
his
hand
and
for
the
first
time
since
the
morning
felt
hungry
.
The
tribe
must
be
sitting
round
the
gutted
pig
,
watching
the
fat
ooze
and
burn
among
the
ashes
.
They
would
be
intent
.
Another
figure
,
an
unrecognizable
one
,
appeared
by
Robert
and
gave
him
something
,
then
turned
and
went
back
behind
the
rock
.
Robert
laid
his
spear
on
the
rock
beside
him
and
began
to
gnaw
between
his
raised
hands
.
So
the
feast
was
beginning
and
the
watchman
had
been
given
his
portion
.
Ralph
saw
that
for
the
time
being
he
was
safe
.
He
limped
away
through
the
fruit
trees
,
drawn
by
the
thought
of
the
poor
food
yet
bitter
when
he
remembered
the
feast
.
Feast
today
,
and
then
tomorrow
...
.
He
argued
unconvincingly
that
they
would
let
him
alone
,
perhaps
even
make
an
outlaw
of
him
.
But
then
the
fatal
unreasoning
knowledge
came
to
him
again
.
The
breaking
of
the
conch
and
the
deaths
of
Piggy
and
Simon
lay
over
the
island
like
a
vapor
.
These
painted
savages
would
go
further
and
further
.
Then
there
was
that
indefinable
connection
between
himself
and
Jack
;
who
therefore
would
never
let
him
alone
;
never
.
He
paused
,
sun-flecked
,
holding
up
a
bough
,
prepared
to
duck
under
it
.
A
spasm
of
terror
set
him
shaking
and
he
cried
aloud
.
"
No
.
They
're
not
as
bad
as
that
.
It
was
an
accident
.
"
He
ducked
under
the
bough
,
ran
clumsily
,
then
stopped
and
listened
.
