"I'm not going to be a part of Ralph's lot―"He looked along the right-hand logs, numbering the hunters that had been
a choir.
"I'm going off by myself. He can catch his own pigs. Anyone who wants
to hunt when I do can come too."
He blundered out of the triangle toward the drop to the white sand."Jack!"Jack turned and looked back at Ralph. For a moment he paused and then
cried out, high-pitched, enraged.
"―No!"He leapt down from the platform and ran along the beach, paying no
heed to the steady fall of his tears; and until he dived into the forest Ralph
watched him.
Piggy was indignant."I been talking, Ralph, and you just stood there like―"Softly, looking at Piggy and not seeing him, Ralph spoke to himself."He'll come back. When the sun goes down he'll come." He looked at the
conch in Piggy's hand.
"What?""Well there!"Piggy gave up the attempt to rebuke Ralph. He polished his glass again
and went back to his subject.
"We can do without Jack Merridew. There's others besides him on this
island. But now we really got a beast, though I can't hardly believe it, we'll