"The ground was hardened by an accustomed tread and as Jack rose to his full height he heard something moving on it. 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."
"They're hopeless. The older ones aren't much better. D'you see all day I've been working with Simon. No one else. They're off bathing, or eating, or playing."
"When he was secure in the middle he was in a little cabin screened off from the open space by a few leaves. He squatted down, parted the leaves, and looked out into the clearing."