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At last Ralph induced him to hold the shell but by then the blow of laughter had taken away the child's voice。 Piggy knelt by him； one hand on the great shell； listening and interpreting to the assembly。
〃He wants to know what you're going to do about the snake…thing。〃
Ralph laughed； and the other boys laughed with him。 The small boy twisted further into himself。
〃Tell us about the snake…thing。〃
〃Now he says it was a beastie。〃
〃Beastie？〃
〃A snake…thing。 Ever so big。 He saw it〃
〃Where？〃
〃In the woods。〃
Either the wandering breezes or perhaps the decline of the sun allowed a little coolness to lie under the trees。 The boys felt it and stirred restlessly。
〃You couldn't have a beastie； a snake…thing； on an island this size；〃 Ralph explained kindly。 〃You only get them in big countries； like Africa； or India。〃
Murmur； and the grave nodding of heads。
〃He says the beastie came in the dark。〃
〃Then he couldn't see it！〃
Laughter and cheers。
〃Did you hear that？ Says he saw the thing in the dark…〃
〃He still says he saw the beastie。 It came and went away again an' came back and wanted to eat him…〃
〃He was dreaming。〃
Laughing； Ralph looked for confirmation round the ring of faces。 The older boys agreed； but here and there among the little ones was the doubt that required more than rational assurance。
〃He must have had a nightmare。 Stumbling about among all those creepers。〃
More grave nodding； they knew about nightmares。
〃He says he saw the beastie； the snake…thing； and will it e back tonight？〃
〃But there isn't a beastie！〃
〃He says in the morning it turned into them things like ropes in the trees and hung in the branches。 He says will it e back tonight？〃
〃But there isn't a beastie！〃
There was no laughter at all now and more grave watching。 Ralph pushed both hands through his hair and looked at the little boy in mixed amusement and exasperation。
Jack seized the conch。
〃Ralph's right of course。 There isn't a snake…thing。 But if there was a snake we'd hunt it and kill it。 We're going to hunt pigs to get meat for everybody。 And we'll look for the snake too…〃
〃But there isn't a snake！〃
〃We'll make sure when we go hunting。〃
Ralph was annoyed and； for the moment； defeated。 He felt himself facing something ungraspable。 The eyes that looked so intently at him were without humor。
〃But there isn't a beast！〃
Something he had not known was there rose in him and pelled him to make the point； loudly and again。
〃But I tell you there isn't a beast！〃
The assembly was silent。
Ralph lifted the conch again and his good humor came back as he thought of what he had to say next。
〃Now we e to the most important thing。 I've been thinking。 I was thinking while we were climbing the mountain。〃 He flashed a conspiratorial grin at the other two。 〃And on the beach just now。 This is what I thought。 We want to have fun。 And we want to be rescued。〃
The passionate noise of agreement from the assembly hit him like a wave and he lost his thread。 He thought again。
〃We want to be rescued； and of course we shall be rescued。〃
Voices babbled。 The simple statement； unbacked by any proof but the weight of Ralph's new authority； brought light and happiness。 He had to wave the conch before he could make them hear him。
〃My father's in the Navy。 He said there aren't any unknown islands left。 He says the Queen has a big room full of maps and all the islands in the world are drawn there。 So the Queen's got a picture of this island。〃
Again came the sounds of cheerfulness and better heart。
〃And sooner or later a ship will put in here。 It might even be Daddy's ship。 So you see； sooner or later； we shall be rescued。〃
He paused； with the point made。 The assembly was lifted toward safety by his words。 They liked and now respected him。 Spontaneously they began to clap and presently the platform was loud with applause。 Ralph flushed； looking sideways at Piggy's open admiration； and then the other way at Jack who was smirking and showing that he too knew how to clap。
Ralph waved the conch。
〃Shut up！ Wait！ Listen！〃
He went on in the silence； borne on his triumph。
〃There's another thing。 We can help them to find us。 If a ship es near the island they may not notice us。 So we must make smoke on top of the mountain。 We must make a fire。〃
〃A fire！ Make a fire！〃
At once half the boys were on their feet。 Jack clamored among them； the conch forgotten。 〃e on！ Follow me！〃
The space under the palm trees was full of noise and movement。 Ralph was on his feet too； shouting for quiet； but no one heard him。 All at once the crowd swayed toward the island and was gone…following Jack。 Even the tiny children went and did their best among the leaves and broken branches。 Ralph was left； holding the conch； with no one but Piggy。
Piggy's breathing was quite restored。
〃Like kids！〃 he said scornfully。 〃Acting like a crowd of lads！〃
Ralph looked at him doubtfully and laid the conch on the tree trunk。
〃I bet it's gone tea…time；〃 said Piggy。 〃What do they think they're going to do on that mountain？〃
He caressed the shell respectfully； then stopped and looked up。
〃Ralph！ Hey！ Where you going？〃
Ralph was already clambering over the first smashed swathes of the scar。 A long way ahead of him was crashing and laughter。
Piggy watched him in disgust。
〃Like a crowd of lads…〃
He sighed； bent； and laced up his shoes。 The noise of the errant assembly faded up the mountain。 Then； with the martyred expression of a parent who has to keep up with the senseless ebullience of the children； he picked up the conch； turned toward the forest； and began to pick his way over the tumbled scar。
Below the other side of the mountain top was a platform of forest。 Once more Ralph found himself making the cupping gesture。
〃Down there we could get as much wood as we want。〃
Jack nodded and pulled at his underlip。 Starting perhaps a hundred feet below them on the steeper side of the mountain； the patch might have been designed expressly for fuel。 Trees； forced by the damp heat； found too little soil for full growth； fell early and decayed： creepers cradled them； and new saplings searched a way up。
Jack turned to die choir； who stood ready。 Their black caps of maintenance were slid over one ear like berets。
〃Well build a pile。 e on。〃
They found the likeliest path down and began tugging at the dead wood。 And the small boys who had reached the top came sliding too till everyone but Piggy was busy。 Most of the wood was so rotten that when they pulled it broke up into a shower of fragments and woodlice and decay； but some trunks came out in one piece。 The twins； Sam 'n Eric； were the first to get a likely fog but they could do nothing till Ralph； Jack； Simon； Roger and Maurice found room for a hand…hold。 Then they inched the grotesque dead thing up the rock and toppled it over on top。 Each party of boys added a quota； less or more； and the pile grew。 At the return Ralph found himself alone on a limb with Jack and they grinned at each other； sharing this burden。 Once more； amid the breeze； the shouting； the slanting sunlight on the high mountain； was shed that