"He swung back his right arm and hurled the spear with all his strength. From the pig-run came the quick, hard patter of hoofs, a castanet sound, seductive, maddening-- the promise of meat. He rushed out of the undergrowth and snatched up his spear. The pattering of pig's trotters died away in the distance" (Golding 49).
"'When the meeting was over they'd work for five minutes, then wander off or go hunting.' Jack flushed. 'We want meat.' 'Well, we haven't got any yet. And we want shelters. Besides, the rest of your hunters came back hours ago. They've been swimming.' 'I went on,' said Jack. 'I let them go. I had to go on. I--'" (Golding 51).
"'They talk and scream. The littluns. Even some of the others. As if--' 'As if it wasn't a good island.' Astonished at the interruption, they looked up at simon's serious face. 'As if,' said Simon, 'the beastie, the beastie or the snake-thing, was real. Remember?'" (Golding 52).