Повелитель мух
Painted Faces and Long Hair
Jacklookedroundforunderstandingbutfoundonlyrespect.Ralphstoodamongtheashesofthesignalfire,hishandsfullofmeat,sayingnothing.
ThenatlastMauricebrokethesilence.Hechangedthesubjecttotheonlyonethatcouldbringthemajorityofthemtogether.
"Wheredidyoufindthepig?"
Rogerpointeddowntheunfriendlyside."Theywerethere—bythesea."
Jack,recoveringcouldnotbeartohavehisstorytold.Hebrokeinquickly.
"Wespreadround.Icrept,onhandsandknees.Thespearsfelloutbecausetheyhadn’tbarbson.Thepigranawayandmadeanawfulnoise—"
"Itturnedbackandranintothecircle,bleeding—"
Alltheboysweretalkingatonce,relievedandexcited.
"Weclosedin—"
Thefirstblowhadparalyzeditshindquarters,sothenthecirclecouldcloseinandbeatandbeat—
"Icutthepig’sthroat—"
Thetwins,stillsharingtheiridenticalgrin,jumpedupandranroundeachother.Thentherestjoinedin,makingpig-dyingnoisesandshouting.
"Oneforhisnob!"
"Givehimafourpennyone!"
