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How
long
could
you
go
without
sleep
?
He
yearned
for
a
bed
and
sheets
--
but
the
only
whiteness
here
was
the
slow
spilt
milk
,
luminous
round
the
rock
forty
feet
below
,
where
Piggy
had
fallen
.
Piggy
was
everywhere
,
was
on
this
neck
,
was
become
terrible
in
darkness
and
death
.
If
Piggy
were
to
come
back
now
out
of
the
water
,
with
his
empty
head
--
Ralph
whimpered
and
yawned
like
a
littlun
.
The
stick
in
his
hand
became
a
crutch
on
which
he
reeled
.
Then
he
tensed
again
.
There
were
voices
raised
on
the
top
of
the
Castle
Rock
.
Samneric
were
arguing
with
someone
.
But
the
ferns
and
the
grass
were
near
.
That
was
the
place
to
be
in
,
hidden
,
and
next
to
the
thicket
that
would
serve
for
tomorrow
's
hideout
.
Here
--
and
his
hands
touched
grass
--
was
a
place
to
be
in
for
the
night
,
not
far
from
the
tribe
,
so
that
if
the
horrors
of
the
supernatural
emerged
one
could
at
least
mix
with
humans
for
the
time
being
,
even
if
it
meant
...
What
did
it
mean
?
A
stick
sharpened
at
both
ends
.
What
was
there
in
that
?
They
had
thrown
spears
and
missed
;
all
but
one
.
Perhaps
they
would
miss
next
time
,
too
.
He
squatted
down
in
the
tall
grass
,
remembered
the
meat
that
Sam
had
given
him
,
and
began
to
tear
at
it
ravenously
.
While
he
was
eating
,
he
heard
fresh
noises
--
cries
of
pain
from
Samneric
,
cries
of
panic
,
angry
voices
.
What
did
it
mean
?
Someone
besides
himself
was
in
trouble
,
for
at
least
one
of
the
twins
was
catching
it
.
Then
the
voices
passed
away
down
the
rock
and
he
ceased
to
think
of
them
.
He
felt
with
his
hands
and
found
cool
,
delicate
fronds
backed
against
the
thicket
.
Here
then
was
the
night
's
lair
.
At
first
light
he
would
creep
into
the
thicket
,
squeeze
between
the
twisted
stems
,
ensconce
himself
so
deep
that
only
a
crawler
like
himself
could
come
through
,
and
that
crawler
would
be
jabbed
.
There
he
would
sit
,
and
the
search
would
pass
him
by
,
and
the
cordon
waver
on
,
ululating
along
the
island
,
and
he
would
be
free
.
He
pulled
himself
between
the
ferns
,
tunneling
in
.
He
laid
the
stick
beside
him
,
and
huddled
himself
down
in
the
blackness
.
One
must
remember
to
wake
at
first
light
,
in
order
to
diddle
the
savages
--
and
he
did
not
know
how
quickly
sleep
came
and
hurled
him
down
a
dark
interior
slope
.
He
was
awake
before
his
eyes
were
open
,
listening
to
a
noise
that
was
near
.
He
opened
an
eye
,
found
the
mold
an
inch
or
so
from
his
face
and
his
fingers
gripped
into
it
,
light
filtering
between
the
fronds
of
fern
.
He
had
just
time
to
realize
that
the
age-long
nightmares
of
falling
and
death
were
past
and
that
the
morning
was
come
,
when
he
heard
the
sound
again
.
It
was
an
ululation
over
by
the
seashore
--
and
now
the
next
savage
answered
and
the
next
.
The
cry
swept
by
him
across
the
narrow
end
of
the
island
from
sea
to
lagoon
,
like
the
cry
of
a
flying
bird
.
He
took
no
time
to
consider
but
grabbed
his
sharp
stick
and
wriggled
back
among
the
ferns
.
Within
seconds
he
was
worming
his
way
into
the
thicket
;
but
not
before
he
had
glimpsed
the
legs
of
a
savage
coming
toward
him
.
The
ferns
were
thumped
and
beaten
and
he
heard
legs
moving
in
the
long
grass
.
The
savage
,
whoever
he
was
,
ululated
twice
;
and
the
cry
was
repeated
in
both
directions
,
then
died
away
.
Ralph
crouched
still
,
tangled
in
the
ferns
,
and
for
a
time
he
heard
nothing
.
At
last
he
examined
the
thicket
itself
.
Certainly
no
one
could
attack
him
here
--
and
moreover
he
had
a
stroke
of
luck
.
The
great
rock
that
had
killed
Piggy
had
bounded
into
this
thicket
and
bounced
there
,
right
in
the
center
,
making
a
smashed
space
a
few
feet
in
extent
each
way
.
When
Ralph
had
wriggled
into
this
he
felt
secure
,
and
clever
.
He
sat
down
carefully
among
the
smashed
stems
and
waited
for
the
hunt
to
pass
.
Looking
up
between
the
leaves
he
caught
a
glimpse
of
something
red
.
That
must
be
the
top
of
the
Castle
Rock
,
distant
and
unmenacing
.
He
composed
himself
triumphantly
,
to
hear
the
sounds
of
the
hunt
dying
away
.
Yet
no
one
made
a
sound
;
and
as
the
minutes
passed
,
in
the
green
shade
,
his
feeling
of
triumph
faded
.
