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Shadows and Tall Trees
Allatonce,Robertwasscreamingandstrugglingwiththestrengthoffrenzy.Jackhadhimbythehairandwasbrandishinghisknife.BehindhimwasRoger,fightingtogetclose.Thechantroseritually,asatthelastmomentofadanceorahunt.
"_Killthepig!Cuthisthroat!Killthepig!Bashhimin!_"
Ralphtoowasfightingtogetnear,togetahandfulofthatbrown,vulnerableflesh.Thedesiretosqueezeandhurtwasover-mastering.
Jack’sarmcamedown;theheavingcirclecheeredandmadepig-dyingnoises.Thentheylayquiet,panting,listeningtoRobert’sfrightenedsnivels.Hewipedhisfacewithadirtyarm,andmadeanefforttoretrievehisstatus.
"Oh,mybum!"
Herubbedhisrumpruefully.Jackrolledover.
"Thatwasagoodgame."
"Justagame,"saidRalphuneasily."Igotjollybadlyhurtatruggeronce."
"Weoughttohaveadrum,"saidMaurice,"thenwecoulddoitproperly."
Ralphlookedathim.
"Howproperly?"
"Idunno.Youwantafire,Ithink,andadrum,andyoukeeptimetothedrum.
"Youwantapig,"saidRoger,"likearealhunt."
