Повелитель мух
Painted Faces and Long Hair
Ralphstood,onehandholdingbackhishair,theotherclenched.Simonwasclimbingoutofthewater.Piggywasrubbinghisglassesonhisshortsandsquintingatthesea.Mauricehadgotbothlegsthroughonelegofhisshorts.Ofalltheboys,onlyRalphwasstill.
"Ican’tseenosmoke,"saidPiggyincredulously."Ican’tseenosmoke,Ralph—whereisit?"
Ralphsaidnothing.Nowbothhishandswereclenchedoverhisforeheadsothatthefairhairwaskeptoutofhiseyes.Hewasleaningforwardandalreadythesaltwaswhiteninghisbody.
"Ralph—where’stheship?"
Simonstoodby,lookingfromRalphtothehorizon.Maurice’strousersgavewaywithasighandheabandonedthemasawreck,rushedtowardtheforest,andthencamebackagain.
Thesmokewasatightlittleknotonthehorizonandwasuncoilingslowly.Beneaththesmokewasadotthatmightbeafunnel.Ralph’sfacewaspaleashespoketohimself.
"They’llseeoursmoke."
Piggywaslookingintherightdirectionnow.
"Itdon’tlookmuch."
Heturnedroundandpeeredupatthemountain.Ralphcontinuedtowatchtheship,ravenously.Colorwascomingbackintohisface.Simonstoodbyhim,silent.
