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Ralph
shouted
.
"
More
wood
!
All
of
you
get
more
wood
!
"
Life
became
a
race
with
the
fire
and
the
boys
scattered
through
the
upper
forest
.
To
keep
a
clean
flag
of
flame
flying
on
the
mountain
was
the
immediate
end
and
no
one
looked
further
.
Even
the
smallest
boys
,
unless
fruit
claimed
them
,
brought
little
pieces
of
wood
and
threw
them
in
.
The
air
moved
a
little
faster
and
became
a
light
wind
,
so
that
leeward
and
windward
side
were
clearly
differentiated
.
On
one
side
the
air
was
cool
,
but
on
the
other
the
fire
thrust
out
a
savage
arm
of
heat
that
crinkled
hair
on
the
instant
.
Boys
who
felt
the
evening
wind
on
their
damp
faces
paused
to
enjoy
the
freshness
of
it
and
then
found
they
were
exhausted
.
They
flung
themselves
down
in
the
shadows
that
lay
among
the
shattered
rocks
.
The
beard
of
flame
diminished
quickly
;
then
the
pile
fell
inwards
with
a
soft
,
cindery
sound
,
and
sent
a
great
tree
of
sparks
upwards
that
leaned
away
and
drifted
downwind
.
The
boys
lay
,
panting
like
dogs
.
Ralph
raised
his
head
off
his
forearms
.
"
That
was
no
good
.
"
Roger
spat
efficiently
into
the
hot
dust
.
"
What
d'you
mean
?
"
"
There
was
n't
any
smoke
.
Only
flame
.
"
Piggy
had
settled
himself
in
a
space
between
two
rocks
,
and
sat
with
the
conch
on
his
knees
.
"
We
have
n't
made
a
fire
,
"
he
said
,
"
what
's
any
use
.
We
could
n't
keep
a
fire
like
that
going
,
not
if
we
tried
.
"
