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Jack
was
bent
double
.
He
was
down
like
a
sprinter
,
his
nose
only
a
few
inches
from
the
humid
earth
.
The
tree
trunks
and
the
creepers
that
festooned
them
lost
themlves
in
a
green
dusk
thirty
feet
above
him
,
and
all
about
was
the
undergrowth
.
There
was
only
the
faintest
indication
of
a
trail
here
;
a
cracked
twig
and
what
might
be
the
impression
of
one
side
of
a
hoof
.
He
lowered
his
chin
and
stared
at
the
traces
as
though
he
would
force
them
to
speak
to
him
.
Then
dog-like
,
uncomfortably
on
all
fours
yet
unheeding
his
discomfort
,
he
stole
forward
five
yards
and
stopped
.
Here
was
loop
of
creeper
with
a
tendril
pendant
from
a
node
.
The
tendril
was
polished
on
the
underside
;
pigs
,
passing
through
the
loop
,
brushed
it
with
their
bristly
hide
.
Jack
crouched
with
his
face
a
few
inches
away
from
this
clue
,
then
stared
forward
into
the
semi-darkness
of
the
undergrowth
.
His
sandy
hair
,
considerably
longer
than
it
had
been
when
they
dropped
in
,
was
lighter
now
;
and
his
bare
back
was
a
mass
of
dark
freckles
and
peeling
sunburn
.
A
sharpened
stick
about
five
feet
long
trailed
from
his
right
hand
,
and
except
for
a
pair
of
tattered
shorts
held
up
by
his
knife-belt
he
was
naked
.
He
closed
his
eyes
,
raised
his
head
and
breathed
in
gently
with
flared
nostrils
,
assessing
the
current
of
warm
air
for
information
.
The
forest
and
he
were
very
still
.
At
length
he
let
out
his
breath
in
a
long
sigh
and
opened
his
eyes
.
They
were
bright
blue
,
eyes
that
in
this
frustration
seemed
bolting
and
nearly
mad
.
He
passed
his
tongue
across
dry
lips
and
scanned
the
uncommunicative
forest
.
Then
again
he
stole
forward
and
cast
this
way
and
that
over
the
ground
.
The
silence
of
the
forest
was
more
oppressive
than
the
heat
,
and
at
this
hour
of
the
day
there
was
not
even
the
whine
of
insects
.
Only
when
Jack
himself
roused
a
gaudy
bird
from
a
primitive
nest
of
sticks
was
the
silence
shattered
and
echoes
set
ringing
by
a
harsh
cry
that
seemed
to
come
out
of
the
abyss
of
ages
.
Jack
himself
shrank
at
this
cry
with
a
hiss
of
indrawn
breath
,
and
for
a
minute
became
less
a
hunter
than
a
furtive
thing
,
ape-like
among
the
tangle
of
trees
.
Then
the
trail
,
the
frustration
,
claimed
him
again
and
he
searched
the
ground
avidly
.
By
the
trunk
of
a
vast
tree
that
grew
pale
flowers
on
its
grey
bark
he
checked
,
closed
his
eyes
,
and
once
more
drew
in
the
warm
air
;
and
this
time
his
breath
came
short
,
there
was
even
a
passing
pallor
in
his
face
,
and
then
the
surge
of
blood
again
.
He
passed
like
a
shadow
under
the
darkness
of
the
tree
and
crouched
,
looking
down
at
the
trodden
ground
at
his
feet
.
The
droppings
were
warm
.
They
lay
piled
among
turned
earth
.
They
were
olive
green
,
smooth
,
and
they
steamed
a
little
.
Jack
lifted
his
head
and
stared
at
the
inscrutable
masses
of
creeper
that
lay
across
the
trail
.
Then
he
raised
his
spear
and
sneaked
forward
.
Beyond
the
creeper
,
the
trail
joined
a
pig-run
that
was
wide
enough
and
trodden
enough
to
be
a
path
.
The
ground
was
hardened
by
an
accustomed
tread
and
as
Jack
rose
to
his
full
height
he
heard
something
moving
on
it
.
He
swung
back
his
right
arm
and
hurled
the
spear
with
all
his
strength
.
From
the
pig-run
came
the
quick
,
hard
patter
of
hoofs
,
a
castanet
sound
,
seductive
,
maddening
--
the
promise
of
meat
.
He
rushed
out
of
the
undergrowth
and
snatched
up
his
spear
.
The
pattering
of
pig
's
trotters
died
away
in
the
distance
.
Jack
stood
there
,
streaming
with
sweat
,
streaked
with
brown
earth
,
stained
by
all
the
vicissitudes
of
a
day
's
hunting
.
Swearing
,
he
turned
off
the
trail
and
pushed
his
way
through
until
the
forest
opened
a
little
and
instead
of
bald
trunks
supporting
a
dark
roof
there
were
light
grey
trunks
and
crowns
of
feathery
palm
.
Beyond
these
was
the
glitter
of
the
sea
and
he
could
hear
voices
.
Ralph
was
standing
by
a
contraption
of
palm
trunks
and
leaves
,
a
rude
shelter
that
faced
the
lagoon
and
seemed
very
near
to
falling
down
.
He
did
not
notice
when
Jack
spoke
.
"
Got
any
water
?
"
Ralph
looked
up
,
frowning
,
from
the
complication
of
leaves
.
He
did
not
notice
Jack
even
when
he
saw
him
.
"
I
said
have
you
got
any
water
?
I
'm
thirsty
.
"
Ralph
withdrew
his
attention
from
the
shelter
and
realized
Jack
with
a
start
.
