wgolding.lordoftheflies-第16节

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　〃I've　been　thinking；〃　he　said；　〃about　a　clock。　We　could　make　a　sundial　We　could　put　a　stick　in　the　sand；　and　then…〃
　The　effort　to　express　the　mathematical　processes　involved　was　too　great。　He　made　a　few　passes　instead。
　〃And　an　airplane；　and　a　TV　set；〃　said　Ralph　sourly；　〃and　a　steam　engine。〃
　Piggy　shook　his　head。
　〃You　have　to　have　a　lot　of　metal　things　for　that；〃　he　said；　〃and　we　haven't　got　no　metal。　But　we　got　a　stick。〃
　Ralph　turned　and　smiled　involuntarily。　Piggy　was　a　bore；　his　fat；　his　ass…mar　and　his　matter…of…fact　ideas　were　dull；　but　there　was　always　a　little　pleasure　to　be　got　out　of　pulling　his　leg；　even　if　one　did　it　by　accident。
　Piggy　saw　the　smile　and　misinterpreted　it　as　friendliness。　There　had　grown　up　tacitly　among　the　biguns　the　opinion　that　Piggy　was　an　outsider；　not　only　by　accent；　which　did　not　matter；　but　by　fat；　and　ass…mar；　and　specs；　and　a　certain　disinclination　for　manual　labor。　Now；　finding　that　something　he　had　said　made　Ralph　smile；　he　rejoiced　and　pressed　his　advantage。
　〃We　got　a　lot　of　sticks。　We　could　have　a　sundial　each。　Then　we　should　know　what　the　time　was。〃
　〃A　fat　lot　of　good　that　would　be。〃
　〃You　said　you　wanted　things　done。　So　as　we　could　be　rescued。〃
　〃Oh；　shut　up。〃
　He　leapt　to　his　feet　and　trotted　back　to　the　pool；　just　as
　Maurice　did　a　rather　poor　dive。　Ralph　was　glad　of　a　chance　to　change　the　subject。　He　shouted　as　Maurice　came　to　the　surface。
　〃Belly　flop！　Belly　flop！〃
　Maurice　flashed　a　smile　at　Ralph　who　slid　easily　into　the　water。　Of　all　the　boys；　he　was　the　most　at　home　there；　but　today；　irked　by　the　mention　of　rescue；　the　useless；　footling　mention　of　rescue；　even　the　green　depths　of　water　and　the　shattered；　golden　sun　held　no　balm。　Instead　of　remaining　and　playing；　he　swam　with　steady　strokes　under　Simon　and　crawled　out　of　the　other　side　of　the　pool　to　lie　there；　sleek　and　streaming　like　a　seal。　Piggy；　always　clumsy；　stood　up　and　came　to　stand　by　him；　so　mat　Ralph　rolled　on　his　stomach　and　pretended　not　to　see。　The　mirages　had　died　away　and　gloomily　he　ran　his　eye　along　the　taut　blue　line　of　the　horizon。
　The　next　moment　he　was　on　his　feet　and　shouting。
　〃Smoke！　Smoke！〃
　Simon　tried　to　sit　up　in　the　water　and　got　a　mouthful。　Maurice；　who　had　been　standing　ready　to　dive；　swayed　back　on　his　heels；　made　a　bolt　for　the　platform；　then　swerved　back　to　the　grass　under　the　palms。　There　he　started　to　pull　on　his　tattered　shorts；　to　be　ready　for　anything。
　Ralph　stood；　one　hand　holding　back　his　hair；　the　other　clenched。　Simon　was　climbing　out　of　the　water。　Piggy　was　rubbing　his　glasses　on　his　shorts　and　squinting　at　the　sea。　Maurice　had　got　both　legs　through　one　leg　of　his　shorts。　Of　all　the　boys；　only　Ralph　was　still。
　1　can't　see　no　smoke；〃　said　Piggy　incredulously。　〃I　can't　see　no　smoke；　Ralph…where　is　it？〃
　Ralph　said　nothing。　Now　both　his　hands　were　clenched　over　his　forehead　so　that　the　fair　hair　was　kept　out　of　his　eyes。　He　was　leaning　forward　and　already　the　salt　was　whitening　his　body。
　〃Ralph…where　s　the　ship？〃
　Simon　stood　by；　looking　from　Ralph　to　the　horizon。　Maurice's　trousers　gave　way　with　a　sigh　and　he　abandoned　them　as　a　wreck；　rushed　toward　the　forest；　and　then　came　back　again。
　The　smoke　was　a　tight　little　knot　on　the　horizon　and　was　uncoiling　slowly。　Beneath　the　smoke　was　a　dot　that　might　be　a　funnel。　Ralph's　face　was　pale　as　he　spoke　to　himself。
　They'll　see　our　smoke。〃
　Piggy　was　looking　in　the　right　direction　now。
　〃It　don't　look　much。〃
　He　turned　round　and　peered　up　at　the　mountain。　Ralph　continued　to　watch　the　ship；　ravenously。　Color　was　ing　back　into　his　face。　Simon　stood　by　him；　silent。
　〃I　know　I　can't　see　very　much；〃　said　Piggy；　〃but　have　we　got　any　smoke？〃
　Ralph　moved　impatiently；　still　watching　the　ship。
　〃The　smoke　on　the　mountain。〃
　Maurice　came　running；　and　stared　out　to　sea。　Both　Simon　and　Piggy　were　looking　up　at　the　mountain。　Piggy　screwed　up　his　face　but　Simon　cried　out　as　though　he　had　hurt　himself。
　〃Ralph！　Ralph！〃
　The　quality　of　his　speech　twisted　Ralph　on　the　sand。
　〃You　tell　me；〃　said　Piggy　anxiously。　〃Is　there　a　signal？〃
　Ralph　looked　back　at　the　dispersing　smoke　on　the　horizon；　then　up　at　the　mountain。
　〃Ralph…please！　Is　there　a　signal？〃
　Simon　put　out　his　hand；　timidly；　to　touch　Ralph；　but　Ralph　started　to　run；　splashing　through　the　shallow　end　of　the　bathing　pool；　across　the　hot；　white　sand　and　under　the　palms。　A　moment　later　he　was　battling　with　the　plex　undergrowth　that　was　already　engulfing　the　scar。　Simon　ran　after　him；　then　Maurice。　Piggy　shouted。
　〃Ralph！　Please…Ralph！〃
　Then　he　too　started　to　run；　stumbling　over　Maurice's　discarded　shorts　before　he　was　across　the　terrace。　Behind　the　four　boys；　the　smoke　moved　gently　along　the　horizon；　and　on　the　beach；　Henry　and　Johnny　were　throwing　sand　at　Percival　who　was　crying　quietly　again；　and　all　three　were　in　plete　ignorance　of　the　excitement。
　By　the　time　Ralph　had　reached　the　landward　end　of　the　scar　he　was　using　precious　breath　to　swear。　He　did　desperate　violence　to　his　naked　body　among　the　rasping　creepers　so　that　blood　was　sliding　over　him。　Just　where　the　steep　ascent　of　the　mountain　began；　he　stopped。　Maurice　was　only　a　few　yards　behind　him。
　〃Piggy's　specs！〃　shouted　Ralph。　〃If　the　fire's　all　out；　well　need　them…〃
　He　stopped　shouting　and　swayed　on　his　feet。　Piggy　was　only　just　visible；　bumbling　up　from　the　beach。　Ralphlooked　at　the　horizon；　then　up　to　the　mountain。　Was　it　better　to　fetch　Piggy's　glasses；　or　would　the　ship　have　gone？　Or　if　they　climbed　on；　supposing　the　fire　was　all　out；　and　they　had　to　watch　Piggy　crawling　nearer　and　the　ship　sinking　under　the　horizon？　Balanced　on　a　high　peak　of　need；　agonized　by　indecision；　Ralph　cried　out：
　〃Oh　God；　oh　God！〃
　Simon；　struggling　with　bushes；　caught　his　breath。　His　face　was　twisted。　Ralph　blundered　on；　savaging　himself；　as　the　wisp　of　smoke　moved　on。
　The　fire　was　dead。　They　saw　that　straight　away；　saw　what　they　had　really　known　down　on　the　beach　when　the　smoke　of　home　had　beckoned。　The　fire　was　out；　smokeless　and　dead；　the　watchers　were　gone。　A　pile　of　unused　fuel　lay　ready。
　Ralph　turned　to　the　sea。　The　horizon　stretched；　impersonal　once　more；　barren　of　all　but　the　faintest　trace　of　smoke。　Ralph　ran　stumbling　along　the　rocks；　saved　himself　on　the　edge　of　the　pink　cliff；　and　screamed　at　the　ship。
　〃e　back！　e　back！〃
　He　ran　backwards　and　forwards　along　the　cliff；　his　face　always　to　the　sea；　and　his　voice　rose　insanely。
　〃e　back！　e　back！〃
　Simon　and　Maurice　arrived。　Ralph　looked　at　them　with　unwinking　eyes。　Simon　turned　away；　smearing　the　water　from　his　cheeks。　Ralph　reached　inside　himself　for　the　worst　word　he　knew。
　〃They　let　the　bloody　fire　go　out。〃
　He　looked　down　the　unfriendly　side　of　the　mountain。　Piggy　arrived；　out　of　breath　and　whimpering　like　a　littlun。　Ralph　clenched　his　fist　and　went　very　red。　The　intent…ness　of　his　gaze；　the　bitterness　of　his　voice；　pointed　for　him。
　〃There　they　are。〃
　A　procession　had　appeared；　far　down　among　the　pink　stones　that　lay　near　the　water's　edge。　Some　of　the　boys　wore　black　caps　but　otherwise　they　were　almost　naked。　They　lifted　sticks　in　the　air　together　whenever　they　came　to　an　easy　patch。　They　were　chanting；　something　to　do　with　the　bundle　that　the　errant　twins　carried　so　carefully。　Ralph　picked　out　Jack　easily；　even　at　that　distance；　tall；　red…haired；　and　inevitably　leading　the　procession。
　Simon　looked　now；　from　Ralph　to　Jack；　as　he　had　looked　from　Ralph　to　the　horizon；　and　what　he　saw　seemed　to　make　him　afraid。　Ralph　said　nothing　more；　but　waited　while　the　procession　came　nearer。　The　chant　was　audible　but　at　that　distance　still　wordless。　Behind　Jack　walked　the　twins；　carrying　a　great　stake　on　their　shoulders。　The　gutted　carcass　of　a　pig　swung　from　the　stake；　swinging　heavily　as　the　twins　toiled　over　the　uneven　ground。　The　pigs　head　hung　down　with　gaping　neck　and　seemed　to　search　for　something　on　the　ground。　At　last　the　words　of　the　chant　floated　up　to　them；　across　the　bowl　of　blackened　wood　and　ashes。
　〃Kill　the　pig。　Cut　her　throat。　Spill　her　blood。〃
　Yet　as　the　words　became　audible；　the　procession　reached　the　steepest　part　of　the　mountain；　and　in　a　minute　or　two　the　chant　had　died　away。　Piggy　sniveled　and　Simon　shushed　him　quickly　as　though　he　had　spoken　too　loudly　in　church。
　Jack；　his　face　smeared　with　clays；　reached　the　top　first　and　hailed　Ralph　excitedly；　with　lifted　spear。
　〃Look！　We've　killed　a　pig…we　stole　up　on　them…we　got　in　a　circle…〃
　Voices　broke　in　from　the　hunters。
　〃We　got　in　a　circle…〃
　〃We　crept　up…〃
　The　pig　squealed…〃
　The　twins　stood　with　the　pig　swinging　between　them；　dropping　black　gouts　on　the　rock。　They　seemed　to　share　one　wide；　ecstatic　grin。　Jack　had　too　many　things　to　tell　Ralph　at　once。　Instead；　he　danced　a　step　or　two；　then　remembered　his　dignity　and　stood　still；　grinning。　He　noticed　blood　on　his　hands　and　grimaced　distastefully；　looked　for　something　on　which　to　clean　them；　then　wiped　them　on　his　shorts　and　laughed。
　Ralph　spoke。
　〃You　let　the　fire　go　out。〃
　Jack　checked；　vaguely　irritated　by　this　irrelevance　but　too　happy　to　let　it　worry　him。
　〃We　can　light　the　fire　again。　You　should　have　been　with　us；　Ralph。　We　had　a　smashing　ti