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He
visualized
its
probable
progress
with
agonizing
clearness
--
that
one
would
start
slowly
,
drop
from
ledge
to
ledge
,
trundle
across
the
neck
like
an
outsize
steamroller
.
"
Heave
!
Heave
!
Heave
!
"
Ralph
put
down
his
spear
,
then
picked
it
up
again
.
He
pushed
his
hair
back
irritably
,
took
two
hasty
steps
across
the
little
space
and
then
came
back
.
He
stood
looking
at
the
broken
ends
of
branches
.
Still
silence
.
He
caught
sight
of
the
rise
and
fall
of
his
diaphragm
and
was
surprised
to
see
how
quickly
he
was
breathing
.
Just
left
of
center
his
heart-beats
were
visible
.
He
put
the
spear
down
again
.
"
Heave
!
Heave
!
Heave
!
"
A
shrill
,
prolonged
cheer
.
Something
boomed
up
on
the
red
rock
,
then
the
earth
jumped
and
began
to
shake
steadily
,
while
the
noise
as
steadily
increased
.
Ralph
was
shot
into
the
air
,
thrown
down
,
dashed
against
branches
.
At
his
right
hand
,
and
only
a
few
feet
away
,
the
whole
thicket
bent
and
the
roots
screamed
as
they
came
out
of
the
earth
together
.
He
saw
something
red
that
turned
over
slowly
as
a
mill
wheel
.
Then
the
red
thing
was
past
and
the
elephantine
progress
diminished
toward
the
sea
.
Ralph
knelt
on
the
plowed-up
soil
,
and
waited
for
the
earth
to
come
back
.
Presently
the
white
,
broken
stumps
,
the
split
sticks
and
the
tangle
of
the
thicket
refocused
.
There
was
a
kind
of
heavy
feeling
in
his
body
where
he
had
watched
his
own
pulse
.
Silence
again
.
