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Silver
laughter
scattered
among
the
trees
.
So
they
knew
.
Ralph
picked
up
his
stick
and
prepared
for
battle
.
But
what
could
they
do
?
It
would
take
them
a
week
to
break
a
path
through
the
thicket
;
and
anyone
who
wormed
his
way
in
would
be
helpless
.
He
felt
the
point
of
his
spear
with
his
thumb
and
grinned
without
amusement
.
Whoever
tried
that
would
be
stuck
,
squealing
like
a
pig
.
They
were
going
away
,
back
to
the
tower
rock
.
He
could
hear
feet
moving
and
then
someone
sniggered
.
There
came
again
that
high
,
bird-like
cry
that
swept
along
the
line
.
So
some
were
still
watching
for
him
;
but
some
--
?
There
was
a
long
,
breathless
silence
.
Ralph
found
that
he
had
bark
in
his
mouth
from
the
gnawed
spear
.
He
stood
and
peered
upwards
to
the
Castle
Rock
.
As
he
did
so
,
he
heard
Jack
's
voice
from
the
top
.
"
Heave
!
Heave
!
Heave
!
"
The
red
rock
that
he
could
see
at
the
top
of
the
cliff
vanished
like
a
curtain
,
and
he
could
see
figures
and
blue
sky
.
A
moment
later
the
earth
jolted
,
there
was
a
rushing
sound
in
the
air
,
and
the
top
of
the
thicket
was
cuffed
as
with
a
gigantic
hand
.
The
rock
bounded
on
,
thumping
and
smashing
toward
the
beach
,
while
a
shower
of
broken
twigs
and
leaves
fell
on
him
.
Beyond
the
thicket
,
the
tribe
was
cheering
.
Silence
again
.
Ralph
put
his
fingers
in
his
mouth
and
bit
them
.
There
was
only
one
other
rock
up
there
that
they
might
conceivably
move
;
but
that
was
half
as
big
as
a
cottage
,
big
as
a
car
,
a
tank
.
