Повелитель мух
Beast from Air
"Whataplaceforafort!"
Acolumnofspraywettedthem.
"Nofreshwater."
"What’sthatthen?"
Therewasindeedalonggreensmudgehalf-wayuptherock.Theyclimbedupandtastedthetrickleofwater.
"Youcouldkeepacoconutshellthere,fillingallthetime."
"Notme.Thisisarottenplace."
Sidebysidetheyscaledthelastheighttowherethediminishingpilewascrownedbythelastbrokenrock.Jackstruckthenearonewithhisfistanditgratedslightly.
"Doyouremember—?"
Consciousnessofthebadtimesinbetweencametothemboth.Jacktalkedquickly.
"Shoveapalmtrunkunderthatandifanenemycame—look!"
Ahundredfeetbelowthemwasthenarrowcauseway,thenthestonyground,thenthegrassdottedwithheads,andbehindthattheforest.
"Oneheave,"criedJack,exulting,"and—wheee—!"
Hemadeasweepingmovementwithhishand.Ralphlookedtowardthemountain.
