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The hunters looked uneasily at the sky, flinching from the stoke of the drops. A wave of restlessness set the boys swaying and moving aimlessly. The flickering light became brighter and the blows of the thunder were only just bearable. The littlelun began to run about.
Roger became a pig, grunting and charging at Jack who side-stepped. The hunters took their spears, the cooks took spits and the rest clubs of fire wood a circling movement developed and a chant while Rodger mimed the pig.
The chant rose in agony "Kill the beast! Cut his throat spill his blood! "Now out of terror rose anther desire, thick, urgent blind. "Kill the beast ! Cut his throat! Spill his blood. The littlelun and fled and broke the ring of the biguns.
The beast was on it's knee on the center. 'Its arm folded over it's face. It was crying out against the abominable noise about a body on the hill. The beast struggle forward, broke the ring and fell over the steep edge of the rock to the sand.
There no words but the tearing of the teeth and claws. The clouds opened and let down the rain like a waterfall. The water bounded from the mountain-top, tore leaves and branches from trees.
The great wave of the tide moved farther along the island and the water lifer. softly, surrounded by a fringe of inquisitive bright creatures, itself a silver shape beneath the steadiest constellations, Simon dead body moved out to sea.
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