Повелитель мух
Beast from Air
Heclenchedhisfistandbeathammer-wiseontheredwallathisright.Hislipsweretightlycompressedandhiseyesyearnedbeneaththefringeofhair.
"Smoke."
Hesuckedhisbruisedfist.
"Jack!Comeon."
ButJackwasnotthere.Aknotofboys,makingagreatnoisethathehadnotnoticed,wereheavingandpushingatarock.Asheturned,thebasecrackedandthewholemasstoppledintotheseasothatathunderousplumeofsprayleapthalf-wayupthecliff.
"Stopit!Stopit!"
Hisvoicestruckasilenceamongthem.
"Smoke."
Astrangethinghappenedinhishead.Somethingflitteredthereinfrontofhismindlikeabat’swing,obscuringhisidea.
"Smoke."
Atoncetheideaswereback,andtheanger.
"Wewantsmoke.Andyougowastingyourtime.Yourollrocks."
Rogershouted.
"We’vegotplentyoftime!"
