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"
But
the
sun
's
nearly
set
!
"
"
I
might
have
time
--
"
They
walked
along
,
two
continents
of
experience
and
feeling
,
unable
to
communicate
.
"
If
I
could
only
get
a
pig
!
"
"
I
'll
come
back
and
go
on
with
the
shelter
.
"
They
looked
at
each
other
,
baffled
,
in
love
and
hate
.
All
the
warm
salt
water
of
the
bathing
pool
and
the
shouting
and
splashing
and
laughing
were
only
just
sufficient
to
bring
them
together
again
.
Simon
was
not
in
the
bathing
pool
as
they
had
expected
.
When
the
other
two
had
trotted
down
the
beach
to
look
back
at
the
mountain
he
had
followed
them
for
a
few
yards
and
then
stopped
.
He
had
stood
frowing
down
at
a
pile
of
sand
on
the
beach
where
somebody
had
been
trying
to
build
a
little
house
or
hut
.
Then
he
turned
his
back
on
this
and
walked
into
the
forest
with
an
air
of
purpose
.
He
was
a
small
,
skinny
boy
,
his
chin
pointed
,
and
his
eyes
so
bright
they
had
deceived
Ralph
into
thinking
him
delightfully
gay
and
wicked
.
The
coarse
mop
of
black
hair
was
long
and
swung
down
,
almost
concealing
a
low
,
broad
forehead
.
He
wore
the
remains
of
shorts
and
his
feet
were
bare
like
Jack
's
.
Always
darkish
in
color
,
Simon
was
burned
by
the
sun
to
a
deep
tan
that
glistened
with
sweat
.
He
picked
his
way
up
the
scar
,
passed
the
great
rock
where
Ralph
had
climbed
on
the
first
morning
,
then
turned
off
to
his
right
among
the
trees
.
He
walked
with
an
accustomed
tread
through
the
acres
of
fruit
trees
,
where
the
least
energetic
could
find
an
easy
if
unsatisfying
meal
.
Flower
and
fruit
grew
together
on
the
same
tree
and
everywhere
was
the
scent
of
ripeness
and
the
booming
of
a
million
bees
at
pasture
.
Here
the
littluns
who
had
run
after
him
caught
up
with
him
.
They
talked
,
cried
out
unintelligibly
,
lugged
him
toward
the
trees
.
Then
,
amid
the
roar
of
bees
in
the
afternoon
sunlight
,
Simon
found
for
them
the
fruit
they
could
not
reach
,
pulled
off
the
choicest
from
up
in
the
foliage
,
passed
them
back
down
to
the
endless
,
outstretched
hands
.
When
he
had
satisfied
them
he
paused
and
looked
round
.
The
littluns
watched
him
inscrutably
over
double
handfuls
of
ripe
fruit
.
