Повелитель мух
Fire on the Mountain
Piggy,partlyrecovered,pointedtotheconchinRalph’shands,andJackandSimonfellsilent.Ralphwenton.
"Whilewe’rewaitingwecanhaveagoodtimeonthisisland."
Hegesticulatedwidely.
"It’slikeinabook."
Atoncetherewasaclamor.
"TreasureIsland—"
"SwallowsandAmazons—"
"CoralIsland—"
Ralphwavedtheconch.
"Thisisourisland.It’sagoodisland.Untilthegrownupscometofetchuswe’llhavefun."
Jackheldouthishandfortheconch.
"There’spigs,"hesaid."There’sfood;andbathingwaterinthatlittlestreamalongthere—andeverything.Didn’tanyonefindanythingelse?"
HehandedtheconchbacktoRalphandsatdown.Apparentlynoonehadfoundanything.
Theolderboysfirstnoticedthechildwhenheresisted.Therewasagroupoflittleboysurginghimforwardandhedidnotwanttogo.Hewasashrimpofaboy,aboutsixyearsold,andonesideofhisfacewasblottedoutbyamulberry-coloredbirthmark.
