Повелитель мух
Beast from Air
"Thisisahunter’sjob."
Therestoftheboyswatchedintently.Piggy,findinghimselfuncomfortablyembroiled,slidtheconchtoRalph’skneesandsatdown.ThesilencegrewoppressiveandPiggyheldhisbreath.
"Thisismorethanahunter’sjob,"saidRalphatlast,"becauseyoucan’ttrackthebeast.Anddon’tyouwanttoberescued?"
Heturnedtotheassembly.
"Don’tyouallwanttoberescued?"
HelookedbackatJack.
"Isaidbefore,thefireisthemainthing.Nowthefiremustbeout—"
Theoldexasperationsavedhimandgavehimtheenergytoattack.
"Hasn’tanyonegotanysense?We’vegottorelightthatfire.Youneverthoughtofthat,Jack,didyou?Ordon’tanyofyouwanttoberescued?"
Yes,theywantedtoberescued,therewasnodoubtaboutthat;andwithaviolentswingtoRalph’sside,thecrisispassed.Piggyletouthisbreathwithagasp,reachedforitagainandfailed.Helayagainstalog,hismouthgaping,blueshadowscreepingroundhislips.Nobodymindedhim.
"Nowthink,Jack.Isthereanywhereontheislandyouhaven’tbeen?"
UnwillinglyJackanswered.
"There’sonly—butofcourse!Youremember?Thetail-endpart,wheretherocksareallpiledup.I’vebeennearthere.
