Повелитель мух
Fire on the Mountain
"Therewasn’tanysmoke.Onlyflame."
Piggyhadsettledhimselfinaspacebetweentworocks,andsatwiththeconchonhisknees.
"Wehaven’tmadeafire,"hesaid,"what’sanyuse.Wecouldn’tkeepafirelikethatgoing,notifwetried."
"Afatlotyoutried,"saidJackcontemptuously."Youjustsat."
"Weusedhisspecs,"saidSimon,smearingablackcheekwithhisforearm."Hehelpedthatway."
"Igottheconch,"saidPiggyindignantly."Youletmespeak!"
"Theconchdoesn’tcountontopofthemountain,"saidJack,"soyoushutup."
"Igottheconchinmyhand."
"Putongreenbranches,"saidMaurice."That’sthebestwaytomakesmoke."
"Igottheconch—"
Jackturnedfiercely.
"Youshutup!"
Piggywilted.Ralphtooktheconchfromhimandlookedroundthecircleofboys.
