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Hide
,
and
let
them
pass
.
A
nearer
cry
stood
him
on
his
feet
and
immediately
he
was
away
again
,
running
fast
among
thorns
and
brambles
.
Suddenly
he
blundered
into
the
open
,
found
himself
again
in
that
open
space
--
and
there
was
the
fathom-wide
grin
of
the
skull
,
no
longer
ridiculing
a
deep
blue
patch
of
sky
but
jeering
up
into
a
blanket
of
smoke
.
Then
Ralph
was
running
beneath
trees
,
with
the
grumble
of
the
forest
explained
.
They
had
smoked
him
out
and
set
the
island
on
fire
.
Hide
was
better
than
a
tree
because
you
had
a
chance
of
breaking
the
line
if
you
were
discovered
.
Hide
,
then
.
He
wondered
if
a
pig
would
agree
,
and
grimaced
at
nothing
.
Find
the
deepest
thicket
,
the
darkest
hole
on
the
island
,
and
creep
in
.
Now
,
as
he
ran
,
he
peered
about
him
.
Bars
and
splashes
of
sunlight
flitted
over
him
and
sweat
made
glistening
streaks
on
his
dirty
body
.
The
cries
were
far
now
,
and
faint
.
At
last
he
found
what
seemed
to
him
the
right
place
,
though
the
decision
was
desperate
.
Here
,
bushes
and
a
wild
tangle
of
creeper
made
a
mat
that
kept
out
all
the
light
of
the
sun
.
Beneath
it
was
a
space
,
perhaps
a
foot
high
,
though
it
was
pierced
everywhere
by
parallel
and
rising
stems
.
If
you
wormed
into
the
middle
of
that
you
would
be
five
yards
from
the
edge
,
and
hidden
,
unless
the
savage
chose
to
lie
down
and
look
for
you
;
and
even
then
,
you
would
be
in
darkness
--
and
if
the
worst
happened
and
he
saw
you
,
then
you
had
a
chance
to
burst
out
at
him
,
fling
the
whole
line
out
of
step
and
double
back
.
Cautiously
,
his
stick
trailing
behind
him
,
Ralph
wormed
between
the
rising
stems
.
When
he
reached
the
middle
of
the
mat
he
lay
and
listened
.
The
fire
was
a
big
one
and
the
drum-roll
that
he
had
thought
was
left
so
far
behind
was
nearer
.
Could
n't
a
fire
outrun
a
galloping
horse
?
He
could
see
the
sun-splashed
ground
over
an
area
of
perhaps
fifty
yards
from
where
he
lay
,
and
as
he
watched
,
the
sunlight
in
every
patch
blinked
at
him
.
This
was
so
like
the
curtain
that
flapped
in
his
brain
that
for
a
moment
he
thought
the
blinking
was
inside
him
.
But
then
the
patches
blinked
more
rapidly
,
dulled
and
went
out
,
so
that
he
saw
that
a
great
heaviness
of
smoke
lay
between
the
island
and
the
sun
.
