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Five
yards
away
the
savage
stopped
,
standing
right
by
the
thicket
,
and
cried
out
.
Ralph
drew
his
feet
up
and
crouched
.
The
stake
was
in
his
hands
,
the
stake
sharpened
at
both
ends
,
the
stake
that
vibrated
so
wildly
,
that
grew
long
,
short
,
light
,
heavy
,
light
again
.
The
ululation
spread
from
shore
to
shore
.
The
savage
knelt
down
by
the
edge
of
the
thicket
,
and
there
were
lights
flickering
in
the
forest
behind
him
.
You
could
see
a
knee
disturb
the
mold
.
Now
the
other
.
Two
hands
.
A
spear
.
A
face
.
The
savage
peered
into
the
obscurity
beneath
the
thicket
.
You
could
tell
that
he
saw
light
on
this
side
and
on
that
,
but
not
in
the
middle
--
there
.
In
the
middle
was
a
blob
of
dark
and
the
savage
wrinkled
up
his
face
,
trying
to
decipher
the
darkness
.
The
seconds
lengthened
.
Ralph
was
looking
straight
into
the
savage
's
eyes
.
Do
n't
scream
.
You
'll
get
back
.
Now
he
's
seen
you
.
He
's
making
sure
.
A
stick
sharpened
.
Ralph
screamed
,
a
scream
of
fright
and
anger
and
desperation
.
His
legs
straightened
,
the
screams
became
continuous
and
foaming
.
He
shot
forward
,
burst
the
thicket
,
was
in
the
open
,
screaming
,
snarling
,
bloody
.
He
swung
the
stake
and
the
savage
tumbled
over
;
but
there
were
others
coming
toward
him
,
crying
out
.
He
swerved
as
a
spear
flew
past
and
then
was
silent
,
running
.
All
at
once
the
lights
flickering
ahead
of
him
merged
together
,
the
roar
of
the
forest
rose
to
thunder
and
a
tall
bush
directly
in
his
path
burst
into
a
great
fan-shaped
flame
.
He
swung
to
the
right
,
running
desperately
fast
,
with
the
heat
beating
on
his
left
side
and
the
fire
racing
forward
like
a
tide
.
The
ululation
rose
behind
him
and
spread
along
,
a
series
of
short
sharp
cries
,
the
sighting
call
.
A
brown
figure
showed
up
at
his
right
and
fell
away
.
They
were
all
running
,
all
crying
out
madly
.
He
could
hear
them
crashing
in
the
undergrowth
and
on
the
left
was
the
hot
,
bright
thunder
of
the
fire
.
He
forgot
his
wounds
,
his
hunger
and
thirst
,
and
became
fear
;
hopeless
fear
on
flying
feet
,
rushing
through
the
forest
toward
the
open
beach
.
Spots
jumped
before
his
eyes
and
turned
into
red
circles
that
expanded
quickly
till
they
passed
out
of
sight
.
Below
him
someone
's
legs
were
getting
tired
and
the
desperate
ululation
advanced
like
a
jagged
fringe
of
menace
and
was
almost
overhead
.
He
stumbled
over
a
root
and
the
cry
that
pursued
him
rose
even
higher
.
He
saw
a
shelter
burst
into
flames
and
the
fire
flapped
at
his
right
shoulder
and
there
was
the
glitter
of
water
.
Then
he
was
down
,
rolling
over
and
over
in
the
warm
sand
,
crouching
with
arm
to
ward
off
,
trying
to
cry
for
mercy
.
