Piggy looked up miserably from the dawn-pale beach to the dark mountain.
"Are you sure? Really sure, I mean?"
"I told you a dozen times now," said Ralph, "we saw it."
"D'you think we're safe down here?"
"How the hell should I know?"
Ralph jerked away from him and walked a few paces along the beach.
Jack was kneeling and drawing a circular pattern un the sand with his forefingers. Piggy's voice came to them, hushed. ( Page 124 )
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