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mortification. He started up, then changed his mind and sat down again while the air rang. Ralph looked at him, eager to offer something.

      “The choir belongs to you, of course.”

      “They could be the army—”

      “Or hunters—”

      “They could be—”

      The suffusion drained away from Jack’s face. Ralph waved again for silence.

      “Jack’s in charge of the choir. They can be—what do you want them to be?”

      “Hunters.”

      Jack and Ralph smiled at each other with shy liking. The rest began to talk eagerly. Jack stood up.

      “All right, choir. Take off your togs.”

      As if released from class, the choir boys stood up, chattered, piled their black cloaks on the grass. Jack laid his on the trunk by Ralph. His grey shorts were sticking to him with sweat. Ralph glanced at them admiringly, and when Jack saw his glance he explained.

      “I tried to get over that hill to see if there was water all round. But your shell called us.”

      Ralph smiled and held up the conch for silence.

      “Listen, everybody. I’ve got to have time to think things out. I can’t decide what to do straight off. If this isn’t an island we might be rescued straight away. So we’ve got to decide if this is an island. Everybody must stay round here and wait and not go away. Three of us—if we take more we’d get all mixed, and lose each other—three of us will go on an expedition and find out. I’ll go, and Jack, and, and…”

      He looked round the circle of eager faces. There was no lack of boys to choose from.

      “And Simon.”

      The boys round Simon giggled, and he stood up, laughing a little. Now that the pallor of his faint was over, he was a skinny, vivid little boy, with a glance coming up from under a hut of straight hair that hung down, black and coarse.

      He nodded at Ralph.

      “I’ll come.”

      “And I—”

      Jack snatched from behind him a sizable sheath-knife and clouted it into a trunk. The buzz rose and died away.

      Piggy stirred.

      “I’ll come.”

      Ralph turned to him.

      “You’re no good on a job like this[7].”

      “All the same—”

      “We don’t want you,” said Jack, flatly. “Three’s enough.”

      Piggy’s glasses flashed.

      “I was with him when he found the conch. I was with him before anyone else was.”

      Jack and the others paid no attention. There was a general dispersal. Ralph, Jack and Simon jumped off the platform and walked along the sand past the bathing pool. Piggy hung bumbling behind them.

      “If Simon walks in the middle of us,” said Ralph, “then we could talk over his head.”

      The three of them fell into step. This meant that every now and then Simon had to do a double shuffle to catch up with the others. Presently Ralph stopped and turned back to Piggy.

      “Look.”

      Jack and Simon pretended to notice nothing. They walked on.

      “You can’t come.”

      Piggy’s glasses were misted again—this time with humiliation.

      “You told ’em. After what I said.”

      His face flushed, his mouth trembled.

      “After I said I didn’t want—”

      “What on earth are you talking about?”

      “About being called Piggy. I said I didn’t care as long as they didn’t call me Piggy; an’ I said not to tell and then you went an’ said straight out—”

      Stillness descended on them. Ralph, looking with more understanding at Piggy, saw that he was hurt and crushed. He hovered between the two courses of apology or further insult.

      “Better Piggy than Fatty,” he said at last, with the directness of genuine leadership, “and anyway, I’m sorry if you feel like that. Now go back, Piggy, and take names. That’s your job. So long.”

      He turned and raced after the other two. Piggy stood and the rose of indignation faded slowly from his cheeks. He went back to the platform.

      * * *

      The three boys walked briskly on the sand. The tide was low and there was a strip of weed-strewn beach that was almost as firm as a road. A kind of glamour was spread over them and the scene and they were conscious of the glamour and made happy by it. They turned to each other, laughing excitedly, talking, not listening. The air was bright. Ralph, faced by the task of translating all this into an explanation, stood on his head and fell over. When they had done laughing, Simon stroked Ralph’s arm shyly; and they had to laugh again.

      “Come on,” said Jack presently, “we’re explorers.”

      “We’ll go to the end of the island,” said Ralph, “and look round the corner.”

      “If it is an island—”

      Now, toward the end of the afternoon, the mirages were settling a little. They found the end of the island, quite distinct, and not magicked out of shape or sense. There was a jumble of the usual squareness, with one great block sitting out in the lagoon. Sea birds were nesting there.

      “Like icing,” said Ralph, “on a pink cake.”

      “We shan’t see round this corner,” said Jack, “because there isn’t one. Only a slow curve—and you can see, the rocks get worse—”

      Ralph shaded his eyes and followed the jagged outline of the crags up toward the mountain. This part of the beach was nearer the mountain than any other that they had seen.

      “We’ll try climbing the mountain from here,” he said. “I should think this is the easiest way. There’s less of that jungly stuff; and more pink rock. Come on.”

      The three boys began to scramble up. Some unknown force had wrenched and shattered these cubes so that they lay askew, often piled diminishingly on each other. The most usual feature of the rock was a pink cliff surmounted by a skewed block; and that again surmounted, and that again, till the pinkness became a stack of balanced rock projecting through the looped fantasy of the forest creepers. Where the pink cliffs rose out of the ground there were often narrow tracks winding upwards. They could edge along them, deep in the plant world, their faces to the rock.

      “What made this track?”

      Jack paused, wiping the sweat from his face. Ralph stood by him, breathless.

      “Men?”

      Jack shook his head.

      “Animals.”

      Ralph peered into the darkness under the trees. The forest minutely vibrated.

      “Come on.”

      The difficulty was not the steep ascent round the shoulders of rock, but the occasional plunges through the undergrowth to get to the next path. Here the roots and stems of creepers were in such tangles that the boys had to thread through them like pliant needles. Their only guide, apart from the brown ground and occasional flashes of light through the foliage, was the tendency of slope: whether this hole, laced as it was with the cables of creeper, stood higher than that.

      Somehow, they moved up.

      Immured in these tangles, at perhaps their most difficult moment, Ralph turned with shining eyes to the others.

      “Wacco.”

      “Wizard.”

      “Smashing.”

      The

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