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Painted Faces and Long Hair
Therewasthebrilliantworldofhunting,tactics,fierceexhilaration,skill;andtherewastheworldoflongingandbaffledcommonsense.Jacktransferredtheknifetohislefthandandsmudgedbloodoverhisforeheadashepusheddowntheplasteredhair.
Piggybeganagain.
"Youdidn’toughttohaveletthatfireout.Yousaidyou’dkeepthesmokegoing—"
ThisfromPiggy,andthewailsofagreementfromsomeofthehunters,droveJacktoviolence.Theboltinglookcameintohisblueeyes.Hetookastep,andableatlasttohitsomeone,stuckhisfistintoPiggy’sstomach.Piggysatdownwithagrunt.Jackstoodoverhim.Hisvoicewasviciouswithhumiliation.
"Youwould,wouldyou?Fatty!"
RalphmadeastepforwardandJacksmackedPiggy’shead.Piggy’sglassesflewoffandtinkledontherocks.Piggycriedoutinterror:
"Myspecs!"
HewentcrouchingandfeelingovertherocksbutSimon,whogottherefirst,foundthemforhim.PassionsbeataboutSimononthemountain-topwithawfulwings.
"Oneside’sbroken."
Piggygrabbedandputontheglasses.HelookedmalevolentlyatJack.
"Igottohavethemspecs.NowIonlygotoneeye.Jus’youwait—"
