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           Thesilencecontinued,breathlessandheavyandfullofshame.SlowlythereddrainedfromJack’scheeks,thencamebackwithapainfulrush.Helickedhislipsandturnedhisheadatanangle,sothathisgazeavoidedtheembarrassmentoflinkingwithanother’seye.

           "Howmanythink—"

           Hisvoicetailedoff.Thehandsthatheldtheconchshook.Heclearedhisthroat,andspokeloudly.

           "Allrightthen."

           Helaidtheconchwithgreatcareinthegrassathisfeet.Thehumiliatingtearswererunningfromthecornerofeacheye.

           "I’mnotgoingtoplayanylonger.Notwithyou."

           Mostoftheboyswerelookingdownnow,atthegrassortheirfeet.Jackclearedhisthroatagain.

           "I’mnotgoingtobeapartofRalph’slot—"

           Helookedalongtheright-handlogs,numberingthehuntersthathadbeenachoir.

           "I’mgoingoffbymyself.Hecancatchhisownpigs.AnyonewhowantstohuntwhenIdocancometoo."

           Heblunderedoutofthetriangletowardthedroptothewhitesand.

           "Jack!"