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The Sound of the Shell
"Thisisrealexploring,"saidJack."Ibetnobody’sbeenherebefore."
"Weoughttodrawamap,"saidRalph,"onlywehaven’tanypaper."
"Wecouldmakescratchesonbark,"saidSimon,"andrubblackstuffin."
Againcamethesolemncommunionofshiningeyesinthegloom.
"Wacco."
"Wizard."
Therewasnoplaceforstandingonone’shead.ThistimeRalphexpressedtheintensityofhisemotionbypretendingtoknockSimondown;andsoontheywereahappy,heavingpileintheunder-dusk.
WhentheyhadfallenapartRalphspokefirst.
"Gottogeton."
Thepinkgraniteofthenextcliffwasfurtherbackfromthecreepersandtreessothattheycouldtrotupthepath.Thisagainledintomoreopenforestsothattheyhadaglimpseofthespreadsea.Withopennesscamethesun;itdriedthesweatthathadsoakedtheirclothesinthedark,dampheat.Atlastthewaytothetoplookedlikeascrambleoverpinkrock,withnomoreplungingthroughdarkness.Theboyschosetheirwaythroughdefilesandoverheapsofsharpstone.
"Look!Look!"
Highoverthisendoftheisland,theshatteredrockslifteduptheirstacksandchimneys.Thisone,againstwhichJackleaned,movedwithagratingsoundwhentheypushed.
