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Huts on the Beach
Theyfacedeachotheronthebrightbeach,astonishedattheruboffeeling.Ralphlookedawayfirst,pretendinginterestinagroupoflittlunsonthesand.Frombeyondtheplatformcametheshoutingofthehuntersintheswimmingpool.Ontheendoftheplatform,Piggywaslyingflat,lookingdownintothebrilliantwater.
"Peopledon’thelpmuch."
Hewantedtoexplainhowpeoplewereneverquitewhatyouthoughttheywere.
"Simon.Hehelps."Hepointedattheshelters.
"Alltherestrushedoff.He’sdoneasmuchasIhave.Only—"
"Simon’salwaysabout."
RalphstaredbacktotheshelterswithJackbyhisside.
"Doabitforyou,"mutteredJack,"beforeIhaveabathe."
"Don’tbother."
ButwhentheyreachedthesheltersSimonwasnottobeseen.Ralphputhisheadinthehole,withdrewit,andturnedtoJack.
"He’sbuzzedoff."
"Gotfedup,"saidJack,"andgoneforabathe."
Ralphfrowned.
"He’squeer.He’sfunny."
