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Ralph
pushed
back
his
tangled
hair
and
wiped
the
sweat
out
of
his
best
eye
.
He
spoke
aloud
.
"
Think
.
"
What
was
the
sensible
thing
to
do
?
There
was
no
Piggy
to
talk
sense
.
There
was
no
solemn
assembly
for
debate
nor
dignity
of
the
conch
.
"
Think
.
"
Most
,
he
was
beginning
to
dread
the
curtain
that
might
waver
in
his
brain
,
blacking
out
the
sense
of
danger
,
making
a
simpleton
of
him
.
A
third
idea
would
be
to
hide
so
well
that
the
advancing
line
would
pass
without
discovering
him
.
He
jerked
his
head
off
the
ground
and
listened
.
There
was
another
noise
to
attend
to
now
,
a
deep
grumbling
noise
,
as
though
the
forest
itself
were
angry
with
him
,
a
somber
noise
across
which
the
ululations
were
scribbled
excruciatingly
as
on
slate
.
He
knew
he
had
heard
it
before
somewhere
,
but
had
no
time
to
remember
.
Break
the
line
.
A
tree
.
