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Simon
put
out
his
hand
,
timidly
,
to
touch
Ralph
;
but
Ralph
started
to
run
,
splashing
through
the
shallow
end
of
the
bathing
pool
,
across
the
hot
,
white
sand
and
under
the
palms
.
A
moment
later
he
was
battling
with
the
complex
undergrowth
that
was
already
engulfing
the
scar
.
Simon
ran
after
him
,
then
Maurice
.
Piggy
shouted
.
"
Ralph
!
Please
--
Ralph
!
"
Then
he
too
started
to
run
,
stumbling
over
Maurice
's
discarded
shorts
before
he
was
across
the
terrace
.
Behind
the
four
boys
,
the
smoke
moved
gently
along
the
horizon
;
and
on
the
beach
,
Henry
and
Johnny
were
throwing
sand
at
Percival
who
was
crying
quietly
again
;
and
all
three
were
in
complete
ignorance
of
the
excitement
.
By
the
time
Ralph
had
reached
the
landward
end
of
the
scar
he
was
using
precious
breath
to
swear
.
He
did
desperate
violence
to
his
naked
body
among
the
rasping
creepers
so
that
blood
was
sliding
over
him
.
Just
where
the
steep
ascent
of
the
mountain
began
,
he
stopped
.
Maurice
was
only
a
few
yards
behind
him
.
"
Piggy
's
specs
!
"
shouted
Ralph
.
"
If
the
fire
's
all
out
,
we
'll
need
them
--
"
He
stopped
shouting
and
swayed
on
his
feet
.
Piggy
was
only
just
visible
,
bumbling
up
from
the
beach
.
Ralph
looked
at
the
horizon
,
then
up
to
the
mountain
.
Was
it
better
to
fetch
Piggy
's
glasses
,
or
would
the
ship
have
gone
?
Or
if
they
climbed
on
,
supposing
the
fire
was
all
out
,
and
they
had
to
watch
Piggy
crawling
nearer
and
the
ship
sinking
under
the
horizon
?
Balanced
on
a
high
peak
of
need
,
agonized
by
indecision
,
Ralph
cried
out
:
"
Oh
God
,
oh
God
!
"
Simon
,
struggling
with
the
bushes
,
caught
his
breath
.
His
face
was
twisted
.
Ralph
blundered
on
,
savaging
himself
,
as
the
wisp
of
smoke
moved
on
.
The
fire
was
dead
.
They
saw
that
straight
away
;
saw
what
they
had
really
known
down
on
the
beach
when
the
smoke
of
home
had
beckoned
.
The
fire
was
out
,
smokeless
and
dead
;
the
watchers
were
gone
.
A
pile
of
unused
fuel
lay
ready
.
