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Henry was a bit of a leader this afternoon； because the other two were Percival and Johnny； the smallest boys on the island。 Percival was mouse…colored and had not been very attractive even to his mother； Johnny was well built； with fair hair and a natural belligerence。 Just now he was being obedient because he was interested； and the three children； kneeling in the sand； were at peace。
Roger and Maurice came out of the forest。 They were relieved from duty at the fire and had e down for a swim。 Roger led the way straight through the castles； kicking them over； burying the flowers； scattering the chosen stones。 Maurice followed； laughing； and added to the destruction。 The three littluns paused in their game and looked up。 As it happened； the particular marks in which they were interested had not been touched； so they made no protest。 Only Percival began to whimper with an eyeful of sand and Maurice hurried away。 In his other life Maurice had received chastisement for filling a younger eye with sand。 Now； though there was no parent to let fall a heavy hand； Maurice still felt the unease of wrongdoing。 At the back of his mind formed the uncertain outlines of an excuse。 He muttered something about a swim and broke into a trot。
Roger remained； watching the littluns。 He was not noticeably darker than when he had dropped in； but the shock of black hair； down his nape and low on his forehead； seemed to suit his gloomy face and made what had seemed at first an unsociable remoteness into something forbidding。 Percival finished his whimper and went on playing； for the tears had washed the sand away。 Johnny watched him with china…blue eyes； then began to fling up sand in a shower； and presently Percival was crying again。
When Henry tired of his play and wandered off along the beach； Roger followed him； keeping beneath the palms and drifting casually in the same direction。 Henry walked at a distance from the palms and the shade because he was too young to keep himself out of the sun。 He went down the beach and。 busied himself at the water's edge。 The great Pacific tide was ing in and every few seconds the relatively still water of the lagoon heaved forwards an inch； There were creatures that lived in this last fling of the sea； tiny transparencies that came questing in with the water over the hot； dry sand。 With impalpable organs of sense they examined this new field。 Perhaps food had appeared where at the last incursion there had been none； bird droppings； insects perhaps； any of the strewn detritus of landward life。 Lake a myriad of tiny teeth in a saw； the transparencies came scavenging over the beach。
This was fascinating to Henry。 He poked about with a bit of stick； that itself was wave…worn and whitened and a vagrant； and tried to control the motions of the scavengers。 He made little runnels that the tide filled and tried to crowd them with creatures。 He became absorbed beyond mere happiness as he felt himself exercising control over living things。 He talked to them； urging them； ordering them。 Driven back by the tide； his footprints became bays in which they were trapped and gave him the illusion of mastery。 He squatted on his hams at the water's edge； bowed； with a shock of hair falling over his forehead and past his eyes； and the afternoon sun emptied down invisible arrows。
Roger waited too。 At first he had hidden behind a great palm； but Henry's absorption with the transparencies was so obvious that at last he stood out in full view。 He looked along the beach。 Percival had gone off； crying； and Johnny was left in triumphant possession of the castles。 He sat there； crooning to himself and throwing sand at an imaginary Percival。 Beyond him； Roger could see the platform and the glints of spray where Ralph and Simon and Piggy and Maurice were diving in the pool。 He listened carefully but could only just hear them。
A sudden breeze shook the fringe of palm trees； so that the fronds tossed and fluttered。 Sixty feet above Roger； several nuts； fibrous lumps as big as rugby balls； were loosed from their stems。 They fell about him with a series of hard thumps and he was not touched。 Roger did not consider his escape； but looked from the nuts to Henry and back again。
The subsoil beneath the palm trees was a raised beach； and generations of palms had worked loose in this the stones that had lain on the sands of another shore。 Roger stooped； picked up a stone； aimed； and threw it at Henry … threw it to miss。 The stone； that token of preposterous time； bounced five yards to Henry's right and fell in the water。 Roger gathered a handful of stones and began to throw them。 Yet there was a space round Henry； perhaps six yards in diameter； into which； he dare not throw。 Here； invisible yet strong； was the taboo of the old life。 Round the squatting child was the protection of parents and school and policemen and the law。 Roger's arm was conditioned by a civilization that knew nothing of him and was in ruins。
Henry was surprised by the plopping sounds in the water。 He abandoned the noiseless transparencies and pointed at the center of the spreading rings like a setter。 This side and that the stones fell； and Henry turned obediently but always too late to see the stones in the air。 At last he saw one and laughed； looking for the friend who was teasing him。 But Roger had whipped behind the palm again； was leaning against it breathing quickly； his eyelids fluttering。 Then Henry lost interest in stones and wandered off。。
〃Roger。〃
Jack was standing under a tree about ten yards away。 When Roger opened his eyes and saw him； a darker shadow crept beneath the swarthiness of his skin； but Jack noticed nothing。 He was eager； impatient； beckoning； so that Roger went to him。
There was a small pool at the end of the river； dammed back by sand and full of white water…lilies and needle…like reeds。 Here Sam and Eric were waiting； and Bill Jack； concealed from the sun； knelt by the pool and opened the two large leaves that he carried。 One of them contained white clay； and the other red。 By them lay a stick of charcoal brought down from the fire。
Jack explained to Roger as he worked。
〃They don't smell me。 They see me； I think。 Something pink； under the trees。〃
He smeared on the clay。
〃If only I'd some green！〃
He turned a halt…concealed face up to Roger and answered the inprehension of his gaze。
〃For hunting。 Like in the war。 You know…dazzle paint Like things trying to look like something else…〃 He twisted in the urgency of telling。 〃…lake moths on a tree trunk。〃
Roger understood and nodded gravely。 The twins moved toward Jack and began to protest timidly about something。 Jack waved them away。
〃Shut up。〃
He rubbed the charcoal stick between the patches of red and white on his face。
〃No。 You two e with me。〃
He peered at his reflection and disliked it。 He bent down； took up a double handful of lukewarm water and rubbed the mess from his face。 Freckles and sandy eyebrows appeared。
Roger smiled； unwillingly。
〃You don't half look a mess。〃
Jack planned his new face。 He made one cheek and one eye…socket white； then he rubbed red over the other half of his face and slashed a black bar of charcoal across from right ear to left jaw。 He looked in the pool for his reflection； but his breathing troubled the mirror。
〃Samneric。 Get me a coconut。 An empty one。〃
He knelt； holding the shell of water。 A rounded patch of sunlight fell on his face and a brightness appeared in the depths of the water。 He looked in astonishment； no longer at himself but at an awesome stranger。 He spilt the water and leapt to his feet； laughing excitedly。 Beside the pool his sinewy body held up a mask that drew their eyes and appalled them。 He began to dance and his laughter became a bloodthirsty snarling。 He capered toward Bill； and the mask was a thing on its own； behind which Jack hid； liberated from shame and self…consciousness。 The face of red and white and black swung through the air and jigged toward Bill。 Bill started up laughing； then suddenly he fell silent and blundered away through the bushes。
Jack rushed toward the twins。
〃The rest are making a line。 e on！〃
〃But…〃
〃…we…〃
〃e on！ I'll creep up and stab…〃
The mask pelled them。
Ralph climbed out of the bathing pool and trotted up the beach and sat in the shade beneath the palms。 His fair hair was plastered over his eyebrows and he pushed it back。 Simon was floating in the water and kicking with his feet； and Maurice was practicing diving。 Piggy was mooning about； aimlessly picking up things and discarding them。 The rock…pools which so fascinated him were covered by the tide； so he was without an interest until the tide went back。 Presently； seeing Ralph under the palms； he came and sat by him。
Piggy wore the remainders of a pair of shorts； his fat body was golden brown； and the glasses still flashed when he looked at anything。 He was the only boy on the island whose hair never seemed to grow。 The rest were shock…headed； but Piggy's hair still lay in wisps over his head as though baldness were his natural state and this imperfect covering would soon go； like the velvet on a young stag's antlers。
〃I've been thinking；〃 he said； 〃about a clock。 We could ma