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"
We
saw
your
smoke
.
And
you
do
n't
know
how
many
of
you
there
are
?
"
"
No
,
sir
.
"
"
I
should
have
thought
,
"
said
the
officer
as
he
visualized
the
search
before
him
,
"
I
should
have
thought
that
a
pack
of
British
boys
--
you
're
all
British
,
are
n't
you
?
--
would
have
been
able
to
put
up
a
better
show
than
that
--
I
mean
--
"
"
It
was
like
that
at
first
,
"
said
Ralph
,
"
before
things
--
"
He
stopped
.
"
We
were
together
then
--
"
The
officer
nodded
helpfully
.
"
I
know
.
Jolly
good
show
.
Like
the
Coral
Island
.
"
Ralph
looked
at
him
dumbly
.
For
a
moment
he
had
a
fleeting
picture
of
the
strange
glamour
that
had
once
invested
the
beaches
.
But
the
island
was
scorched
up
like
dead
wood
--
Simon
was
dead
--
and
Jack
had
...
.
The
tears
began
to
flow
and
sobs
shook
him
.
He
gave
himself
up
to
them
now
for
the
first
time
on
the
island
;
great
,
shuddering
spasms
of
grief
that
seemed
to
wrench
his
whole
body
.
His
voice
rose
under
the
black
smoke
before
the
burning
wreckage
of
the
island
;
and
infected
by
that
emotion
,
the
other
little
boys
began
to
shake
and
sob
too
.
And
in
the
middle
of
them
,
with
filthy
body
,
matted
hair
,
and
unwiped
nose
,
Ralph
wept
for
the
end
of
innocence
,
the
darkness
of
man
's
heart
,
and
the
fall
through
the
air
of
the
true
,
wise
friend
called
Piggy
.
The
officer
,
surrounded
by
these
noises
,
was
moved
and
a
little
embarrassed
.
He
turned
away
to
give
them
time
to
pull
themselves
together
;
and
waited
,
allowing
his
eyes
to
rest
on
the
trim
cruiser
in
the
distance
.