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"
His
specs
--
use
them
as
burning
glasses
!
"
Piggy
was
surrounded
before
he
could
back
away
.
"
Here
--
let
me
go
!
"
His
voice
rose
to
a
shriek
of
terror
as
Jack
snatched
the
glasses
off
his
face
.
"
Mind
out
!
Give
'em
back
!
I
can
hardly
see
!
You
'll
break
the
conch
!
"
Ralph
elbowed
him
to
ne
side
and
knelt
by
the
pile
.
"
Stand
out
of
the
light
.
"
There
was
pushing
and
pulling
and
officious
cries
.
Ralph
moved
the
lenses
back
and
forth
,
this
way
and
that
,
till
a
glossy
white
image
of
the
declining
sun
lay
on
a
piece
of
rotten
wood
.
Almost
at
once
a
thin
trickle
of
smoke
rose
up
and
made
him
cough
.
Jack
knelt
too
and
blew
gently
,
so
that
the
smoke
drifted
away
,
thickening
,
and
a
tiny
flame
appeared
.
The
flame
,
nearly
invisible
at
first
in
that
bright
sunlight
,
enveloped
a
small
twig
,
grew
,
was
enriched
with
color
and
reached
up
to
a
branch
which
exploded
with
a
sharp
crack
.
The
flame
flapped
higher
and
the
boys
broke
into
a
cheer
.
"
My
specs
!
"
howled
Piggy
.
"
Give
me
my
specs
!
"
Ralph
stood
away
from
the
pile
and
put
the
glasses
into
Piggy
's
groping
hands
.
His
voice
subsided
to
a
mutter
.
"
Jus
'
blurs
,
that
's
all
.
Hardly
see
my
hand
--
"
The
boys
were
dancing
.
The
pile
was
so
rotten
,
and
now
so
tinder-dry
,
that
whole
limbs
yielded
passionately
to
the
yellow
flames
that
poured
upwards
and
shook
a
great
beard
of
flame
twenty
feet
in
the
air
.
For
yards
round
the
fire
the
heat
was
like
a
blow
,
and
the
breeze
was
a
river
of
sparks
.
Trunks
crumbled
to
white
dust
.
