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at it was Bill。 But really； thought Ralph； this was not Bill。 This was a savage whose image refused to blend with that ancient picture of a boy in shorts and shirt。
The afternoon died away； the circular spots of sunlight moved steadily over green fronds and brown fiber but no sound came from behind the rock。 At last Ralph wormed out of the ferns and sneaked forward to the edge of that impenetrable thicket that fronted the neck of land。 He peered with elaborate caution between branches at the edge and could see Robert sitting on guard at the top of the cliff。 He held a spear in his left hand and was tossing up a pebble and catching it again with the right。 Behind him a column of smoke rose thickly； so that Ralph's nostrils flared and his mouth dribbled。 He wiped his nose and mouth with the back of his hand and for the first time since the morning felt hungry。 The tribe must be sitting round the gutted pig； watching the fat ooze and burn among the ashes。 They would be intent
Another figure； an unrecognizable one； appeared by Robert and gave him something； then turned and went back behind the rock。 Robert laid his spear on the rock beside him and began to gnaw between his raised hands。 So the feast was beginning and the watchman had been given his portion。
Ralph saw that for the time being he was safe。 He limped away through the fruit trees； drawn by the thought of the poor food yet bitter when he remembered the feast。 Feast today； and then tomorrow。 。 。 。
He argued unconvincingly that they would let him alone； perhaps even make an outlaw of him。 But then the fatal unreasoning knowledge came to him again。 The breaking of the conch and the deaths of Piggy and Simon lay over the island like a vapor。 These painted savages would go further and further。 Then there was that indefinable connection between himself and Jack； who therefore would never let him alone； never。
He paused； sun…flecked； holding up a bough； prepared to duck under it A spasm of terror set him shaking and he cried aloud。
〃No。 They're not as bad as that。 It was an accident。〃
He ducked under the bough； ran clumsily； then stopped and listened。
He came to the smashed acres of fruit and ate greedily。 He saw two littluns and； not having any idea of his own appearance； wondered why they screamed and ran。
When he had eaten he went toward the beach。 The sunlight was slanting now into the palms by the wrecked shelter。 There was the platform and the pool。 The best thing to do was to ignore this leaden feeling about the heart and rely on their mon sense； their daylight sanity。 Now that the tribe had eaten； the thing to do was to try again。 And anyway； he couldn't stay here all night in an empty shelter by the deserted platform。 His flesh crept and he shivered in the evening sun。 No fire； no smoke； no rescue。 He turned and limped away through the forest toward Jack's end of the island。
The slanting sticks of sunlight were lost among the branches。 At length he came to a clearing in the forest where rock prevented vegetation from growing。 Now it was a pool of shadows and Ralph nearly flung himself behind a tree when he saw something standing in the center； but then he saw that the white face was bone and that the pig's skull grinned at him from the top of a stick。 He walked slowly into the middle of the clearing and looked steadily at the skull that gleamed as white as ever the conch had done and seemed to jeer at him cynically。 An inquisitive ant was busy in one of the eye sockets but otherwise the thing was lifeless。
Or was it？
Little prickles of sensation ran up and down his back。 He stood； the skull about on a level with his face； and held up his hair with two hands。 The teeth grinned； the empty sockets seemed to hold his gaze masterfully and without effort。
What was it？
The skull regarded Ralph like one who knows all the answers and won't tell。 A sick fear and rage swept him。 Fiercely he hit out at the filthy thing in front of him that bobbed like a toy and came back； still grinning into his face； so that he lashed and cried out in loathing。 Then he was licking his bruised knuckles and looking at the bare stick； while the skull lay in two pieces； its grin now six feet across。 He wrenched the quivering stick from the crack and held it as a spear between him and the white pieces。 Then he backed away； keeping his face to the skull that lay grinning at the sky。
When the green glow had gone from the horizon and night was fully acplished； Ralph came again to the thicket in front of the Castle Rock。 Peeping through； he could see that the height was still occupied； and whoever it was up there had a spear at the ready。
He knelt among the shadows and felt his isolation bitterly。 They were savages it was true； but they were human； and the ambushing fears of the deep night were ing on。
Ralph moaned faintly。 Tired though he was； he could not relax and fall into a well of sleep for fear of the tribe。 Might it not be possible to walk boldly into the fort； say…〃I've got pax；〃 laugh lightly and sleep among the others？ Pretend they were still boys； schoolboys who had said； 〃Sir； yes； Sir〃…and worn caps？ Daylight might have answered yes； but darkness and the horrors of death said no。 Lying there in the darkness； he knew he was an outcast。
〃 'Cos I had some sense。〃
He rubbed his cheek along his forearm； smelling the acrid scent of salt and sweat and the staleness of dirt。 Over to the left； the waves of ocean were breathing； sucking down； then boiling back over the rock。
There were sounds ing from behind the Castle Rock Listening carefully； detaching his mind from the swing of the sea； Ralph could make out a familiar rhythm。
〃Kill the beast！ Cut his throat！ Spill his blood！〃
The tribe was dancing。 Somewhere on the other side of this rocky wall there would be a dark circle； a glowing fire； and meat。 They would be savoring food and the fort of safety。
A noise nearer at hand made him quiver。 Savages were clambering up the Castle Rock； right up to the top； and he could hear voices。 He sneaked forward a few yards and saw the shape at the top of the rock change and enlarge。 There were only two boys on the island who moved or talked like that。
Ralph put his head down on his forearms and accepted this new fact like a wound。 Samneric were part of the tribe now。 They were guarding the Castle Rock against him。 There was no chance of rescuing them and building up an outlaw tribe at the other end of the island。 Samneric were savages like the rest； Piggy was dead； and the conch smashed to powder。
At length the guard climbed down。 The two that remained seemed nothing more than a dark extension of the rock。 A star appeared behind them and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement。
Ralph edged forward； feeling his way over the uneven surface as though he were bund。 There were miles of vague water at his right and the restless ocean lay under his left hand； as awful as the shaft of a pit。 Every minute the water breathed round the death rock and flowered into a field of whiteness。 Ralph crawled until he found the ledge of the entry in his grasp。 The lookouts were immediately above him and he could see the end of a spear projecting over the rock。
He called very gently。
〃Samneric…〃
There was no reply。 To carry he must speak louder； and this would rouse those striped and inimical creatures from their feasting by the fire。 He set his teeth and started to climb； finding the holds by touch。 The stick that had supported a skull hampered him but he would not be parted from his only weapon。 He was nearly level with the twins before he spoke again。
〃Samneric…〃
He heard a cry and a flurry from the rock。 The twins had grabbed each other and were gibbering。
〃It's me。 Ralph。〃
Terrified that they would run and give the alarm； he hauled himself up until his head and shoulders stuck over the top。 Far below his armpit he saw the luminous flowering round the rock。
〃It's only me。 Ralph。〃
At length they bent forward and peered in his face。
〃We thought it was…〃
〃…we didn't know what it was…〃
〃…we thought…〃
Memory of their new and shameful loyalty came to them。 Eric was silent but Sam tried to do his duty。
〃You got to go； Ralph。 You go away now…〃
He wagged his spear and essayed fierceness。
〃You shove off。 See？〃
Eric nodded agreement and jabbed his spear in the air。 Ralph leaned on his arms and did not go。
〃I came to see you two。〃
His voice was thick。 His throat was hurting him now though it had received no wound。
〃I came to see you two…〃
Words could not express the dull pain of these things。 He fell silent； while the vivid stars were spilt and danced all ways。
Sam shifted uneasily。
〃Honest； Ralph； you'd better go。〃
Ralph looked up again。
〃You two aren't painted。 How can you…？ If it were light…〃
If it were light shame would burn them at admitting these things。 But the night was dark。 Eric took up； and then the twins started their antiphonal speech。
〃You got to go because it's not safe…〃
〃…they made us。 They hurt us…〃
〃Who？ Jack？〃
〃Oh no…〃
They bent to him and lowered their voices。
〃Push off； Ralph…'
〃…it's a tribe…〃
〃…they made us…〃
〃…we couldn't help it…〃
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