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"
They
knew
at
the
airport
.
"
"
The
man
with
a
trumpet-thing
--
"
"
My
dad
.
"
Piggy
put
on
his
glasses
.
"
Nobody
knows
where
we
are
,
"
said
Piggy
.
He
was
paler
than
before
and
breathless
.
"
Perhaps
they
knew
where
we
was
going
to
;
and
perhaps
not
.
But
they
do
n't
know
where
we
are
'
cos
we
never
got
there
.
"
He
gaped
at
them
for
a
moment
,
then
swayed
and
sat
down
.
Ralph
took
the
conch
from
his
hands
.
"
That
's
what
I
was
going
to
say
,
"
he
went
on
,
"
when
you
all
,
all
...
.
"
He
gazed
at
their
intent
faces
.
"
The
plane
was
shot
down
in
flames
.
Nobody
knows
where
we
are
.
We
may
be
here
a
long
time
.
"
The
silence
was
so
complete
that
they
could
hear
the
unevenness
of
Piggy
's
breathing
.
The
sun
slanted
in
and
lay
golden
over
half
the
platform
.
The
breezes
that
on
the
lagoon
had
chased
their
tails
like
kittens
were
finding
their
way
across
the
platform
and
into
the
forest
.
Ralph
pushed
back
the
tangle
of
fair
hair
that
hung
on
his
forehead
.
"
So
we
may
be
here
a
long
time
.
"
Nobody
said
anything
.
He
grinned
suddenly
.
"
But
this
is
a
good
island
.
We
--
Jack
,
Simon
and
me
--
we
climbed
the
mountain
.
It
's
wizard
.
There
's
food
and
drink
,
and
--
"
