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A
stick
snapped
and
he
stifled
a
cough
.
Smoke
was
seeping
through
the
branches
in
white
and
yellow
wisps
,
the
patch
of
blue
sky
overhead
turned
to
the
color
of
a
storm
cloud
,
and
then
the
smoke
billowed
round
him
.
Someone
laughed
excitedly
,
and
a
voice
shouted
.
"
Smoke
!
"
He
wormed
his
way
through
the
thicket
toward
the
forest
,
keeping
as
far
as
possible
beneath
the
smoke
.
Presently
he
saw
open
space
,
and
the
green
leaves
of
the
edge
of
the
thicket
.
A
smallish
savage
was
standing
between
him
and
the
rest
of
the
forest
,
a
savage
striped
red
and
white
,
and
carrying
a
spear
.
He
was
coughing
and
smearing
the
paint
about
his
eyes
with
the
back
of
his
hand
as
he
tried
to
see
through
the
increasing
smoke
.
Ralph
launched
himself
like
a
cat
;
stabbed
,
snarling
,
with
the
spear
,
and
the
savage
doubled
up
.
There
was
a
shout
from
beyond
the
thicket
and
then
Ralph
was
running
with
the
swiftness
of
fear
through
the
undergrowth
.
He
came
to
a
pig-run
,
followed
it
for
perhaps
a
hundred
yards
,
and
then
swerved
off
.
Behind
him
the
ululation
swept
across
the
island
once
more
and
a
single
voice
shouted
three
times
.
He
guessed
that
was
the
signal
to
advance
and
sped
away
again
,
till
his
chest
was
like
fire
.
Then
he
flung
himself
down
under
a
bush
and
waited
for
a
moment
till
his
breathing
steadied
.
He
passed
his
tongue
tentatively
over
his
teeth
and
lips
and
heard
far
off
the
ululation
of
the
pursuers
.
There
were
many
things
he
could
do
.
He
could
climb
a
tree
;
but
that
was
putting
all
his
eggs
in
one
basket
.
If
he
were
detected
,
they
had
nothing
more
difficult
to
do
than
wait
.
If
only
one
had
time
to
think
!
Another
double
cry
at
the
same
distance
gave
him
a
clue
to
their
plan
.
Any
savage
balked
in
the
forest
would
utter
the
double
shout
and
hold
up
the
line
till
he
was
free
again
.
That
way
they
might
hope
to
keep
the
cordon
unbroken
right
across
the
island
.
Ralph
thought
of
the
boar
that
had
broken
through
them
with
such
ease
.
If
necessary
,
when
the
chase
came
too
close
,
he
could
charge
the
cordon
while
it
was
still
thin
,
burst
through
,
and
run
back
.
But
run
back
where
?
The
cordon
would
turn
and
sweep
again
.
Sooner
or
later
he
would
have
to
sleep
or
eat
--
and
then
he
would
awaken
with
hands
clawing
at
him
;
and
the
hunt
would
become
a
running
down
.
What
was
to
be
done
,
then
?
The
tree
?
Burst
the
line
like
a
boar
?
Either
way
the
choice
was
terrible
.
A
single
cry
quickened
his
heart-beat
and
,
leaping
up
,
he
dashed
away
toward
the
ocean
side
and
the
thick
jungle
till
he
was
hung
up
among
creepers
;
he
stayed
there
for
a
moment
with
his
calves
quivering
.
If
only
one
could
have
quiet
,
a
long
pause
,
a
time
to
think
!
And
there
again
,
shrill
and
inevitable
,
was
the
ululation
sweeping
across
the
island
.
At
that
sound
he
shied
like
a
horse
among
the
creepers
and
ran
once
more
till
he
was
panting
.
He
flung
himself
down
by
some
ferns
.
The
tree
,
or
the
charge
?
He
mastered
his
breathing
for
a
moment
,
wiped
his
mouth
,
and
told
himself
to
be
calm
.
Samneric
were
somewhere
in
that
line
,
and
hating
it
.
Or
were
they
?
And
supposing
,
instead
of
them
,
he
met
the
chief
,
or
Roger
who
carried
death
in
his
hands
?
