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He
came
to
the
smashed
acres
of
fruit
and
ate
greedily
.
He
saw
two
littluns
and
,
not
having
any
idea
of
his
own
appearance
,
wondered
why
they
screamed
and
ran
.
When
he
had
eaten
he
went
toward
the
beach
.
The
sunlight
was
slanting
now
into
the
palms
by
the
wrecked
shelter
.
There
was
the
platform
and
the
pool
.
The
best
thing
to
do
was
to
ignore
this
leaden
feeling
about
the
heart
and
rely
on
their
common
sense
,
their
daylight
sanity
.
Now
that
the
tribe
had
eaten
,
the
thing
to
do
was
to
try
again
.
And
anyway
,
he
could
n't
stay
here
all
night
in
an
empty
shelter
by
the
deserted
platform
.
His
flesh
crept
and
he
shivered
in
the
evening
sun
.
No
fire
;
no
smoke
;
no
rescue
.
He
turned
and
limped
away
through
the
forest
toward
Jack
's
end
of
the
island
.
The
slanting
sticks
of
sunlight
were
lost
among
the
branches
.
At
length
he
came
to
a
clearing
in
the
forest
where
rock
prevented
vegetation
from
growing
.
Now
it
was
a
pool
of
shadows
and
Ralph
nearly
flung
himself
behind
a
tree
when
he
saw
something
standing
in
the
center
;
but
then
he
saw
that
the
white
face
was
bone
and
that
the
pig
's
skull
grinned
at
him
from
the
top
of
a
stick
.
He
walked
slowly
into
the
middle
of
the
clearing
and
looked
steadily
at
the
skull
that
gleamed
as
white
as
ever
the
conch
had
done
and
seemed
to
jeer
at
him
cynically
.
An
inquisitive
ant
was
busy
in
one
of
the
eye
sockets
but
otherwise
the
thing
was
lifeless
.
Or
was
it
?
Little
prickles
of
sensation
ran
up
and
down
his
back
.
He
stood
,
the
skull
about
on
a
level
with
his
face
,
and
held
up
his
hair
with
two
hands
.
The
teeth
grinned
,
the
empty
sockets
seemed
to
hold
his
gaze
masterfully
and
without
effort
.
What
was
it
?
The
skull
regarded
Ralph
like
one
who
knows
all
the
answers
and
wo
n't
tell
.
A
sick
fear
and
rage
swept
him
.
Fiercely
he
hit
out
at
the
filthy
thing
in
front
of
him
that
bobbed
like
a
toy
and
came
back
,
still
grinning
into
his
face
,
so
that
he
lashed
and
cried
out
in
loathing
.
Then
he
was
licking
his
bruised
knuckles
and
looking
at
the
bare
stick
,
while
the
skull
lay
in
two
pieces
,
its
grin
now
six
feet
across
.
He
wrenched
the
quivering
stick
from
the
crack
and
held
it
as
a
spear
between
him
and
the
white
pieces
.
Then
he
backed
away
,
keeping
his
face
to
the
skull
that
lay
grinning
at
the
sky
.
When
the
green
glow
had
gone
from
the
horizon
and
night
was
fully
accomplished
,
Ralph
came
again
to
the
thicket
in
front
of
the
Castle
Rock
.
Peeping
through
,
he
could
see
that
the
height
was
still
occupied
,
and
whoever
it
was
up
there
had
a
spear
at
the
ready
.
He
knelt
among
the
shadows
and
felt
his
isolation
bitterly
.
They
were
savages
it
was
true
;
but
they
were
human
,
and
the
ambushing
fears
of
the
deep
night
were
coming
on
.
