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Fire on the Mountain
"Themanwithatrumpet-thing—"
"Mydad."
Piggyputonhisglasses.
"Nobodyknowswhereweare,"saidPiggy.Hewaspalerthanbeforeandbreathless."Perhapstheyknewwherewewasgoingto;andperhapsnot.Buttheydon’tknowwhereweare’coswenevergotthere."Hegapedatthemforamoment,thenswayedandsatdown.Ralphtooktheconchfromhishands.
"That’swhatIwasgoingtosay,"hewenton,"whenyouall,all...."Hegazedattheirintentfaces."Theplanewasshotdowninflames.Nobodyknowswhereweare.Wemaybeherealongtime."
ThesilencewassocompletethattheycouldheartheunevennessofPiggy’sbreathing.Thesunslantedinandlaygoldenoverhalftheplatform.Thebreezesthatonthelagoonhadchasedtheirtailslikekittenswerefindingtheirwayacrosstheplatformandintotheforest.Ralphpushedbackthetangleoffairhairthathungonhisforehead.
"Sowemaybeherealongtime."
Nobodysaidanything.Hegrinnedsuddenly.
"Butthisisagoodisland.We—Jack,Simonandme—weclimbedthemountain.It’swizard.There’sfoodanddrink,and—"
"Rocks—"
"Blueflowers—"
