Повелитель мух
Gift for the Darkness
"Trees—"
"Quiet!"shoutedJack."You,listen.Thebeastissittingupthere,whateveritis—"
"Perhapsit’swaiting—"
"Hunting—"
"Yes,hunting."
"Hunting,"saidJack.Herememberedhisage-oldtremorsintheforest."Yes.Thebeastisahunter.Only—shutup!Thenextthingisthatwecouldn’tkillit.AndthenextisthatRalphsaidmyhuntersarenogood."
"Ineversaidthat!"
"I’vegottheconch.Ralphthinksyou’recowards,runningawayfromtheboarandthebeast.Andthat’snotall."
Therewasakindofsighontheplatformasifeveryoneknewwhatwascoming.Jack’svoicewentup,tremulousyetdetermined,pushingagainsttheuncooperativesilence.
"He’slikePiggy.HesaysthingslikePiggy.Heisn’taproperchief."
Jackclutchedtheconchtohim.
"He’sacowardhimself."
Foramomenthepausedandthenwenton.
"Ontop,whenRogerandmewenton—hestayedback."
