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Painted Faces and Long Hair
Ralphranstumblingalongtherocks,savedhimselfontheedgeofthepinkcliff,andscreamedattheship.
"Comeback!Comeback!"
Heranbackwardsandforwardsalongthecliff,hisfacealwaystothesea,andhisvoiceroseinsanely.
"Comeback!Comeback!"
SimonandMauricearrived.Ralphlookedatthemwithunwinkingeyes.Simonturnedaway,smearingthewaterfromhischeeks.Ralphreachedinsidehimselffortheworstwordheknew.
"Theyletthebloodyfiregoout."
Helookeddowntheunfriendlysideofthemountain.Piggyarrived,outofbreathandwhimperinglikealittlun.Ralphclenchedhisfistandwentveryred.Theintentnessofhisgaze,thebitternessofhisvoice,pointedforhim.
"Theretheyare."
Aprocessionhadappeared,fardownamongthepinkstonesthatlaynearthewater’sedge.Someoftheboysworeblackcapsbutotherwisetheywerealmostnaked.Theyliftedsticksintheairtogetherwhenevertheycametoaneasypatch.Theywerechanting,somethingtodowiththebundlethattheerranttwinscarriedsocarefully.RalphpickedoutJackeasily,evenatthatdistance,tall,red-haired,andinevitablyleadingtheprocession.
Simonlookednow,fromRalphtoJack,ashehadlookedfromRalphtothehorizon,andwhathesawseemedtomakehimafraid.
