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"
Rescue
?
Yes
,
of
course
!
All
the
same
,
I
'd
like
to
catch
a
pig
first
--
"
He
snatched
up
his
spear
and
dashed
it
into
the
ground
.
The
opaque
,
mad
look
came
into
his
eyes
again
.
Ralph
looked
at
him
critically
through
his
tangle
of
fair
hair
.
"
So
long
as
your
hunters
remember
the
fire
--
"
"
You
and
your
fire
!
"
The
two
boys
trotted
down
the
beach
,
and
,
turning
at
the
water
's
edge
,
looked
back
at
the
pink
mountain
.
The
trickle
of
smoke
sketched
a
chalky
line
up
the
solid
blue
of
the
sky
,
wavered
high
up
and
faded
.
Ralph
frowned
.
"
I
wonder
how
far
off
you
could
see
that
.
"
"
Miles
.
"
"
We
do
n't
make
enough
smoke
.
"
The
bottom
part
of
the
trickle
,
as
though
conscious
of
their
gaze
,
thickened
to
a
creamy
blur
which
crept
up
the
feeble
column
.
"
They
've
put
on
green
branches
,
"
muttered
Ralph
.
"
I
wonder
!
"
He
screwed
up
his
eyes
and
swung
round
to
search
the
horizon
.
"
Got
it
!
"
