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G LOBAL V ILLAGE C ONTEMPORARY C LASSICS
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The Sound of the Shell
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Fire on the Mountain
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Huts on the Beach
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Painted Faces and Long Hair
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Beast from Water
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Shadows and Tall Trees
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Giftfor the Darkness
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A View to a Death
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12 Cry of the Hunters
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The boy with fair hair lowered himself downthe last few feet of rock and
began to pick his way toward the lagoon. Though he had taken off his
school sweater and trailed it now from one hand, his grey shirt stuck to
him and his hair was plastered to his forehead. All round him the long
scar smashed into the jungle was a bath of heat. He was clambering
heavily among the creepers and broken trunks when a bird, a vision of
red and yellow,flashed upwards with a witch-like cry; and this cry was
echoed by another.
“Hi!” it said. “Wait a minute!” The undergrowth at the side of the scar
was shaken and a multitude of raindrops fell pattering.
“Wait a minute,” the voice said. “I got caught up.”
The fair boy stopped and jerked his stockings with an automatic gesture
that made the jungle seem for a moment like the Home Counties.
Thevoice spoke again.
“I can’t hardly move with all these creeper things.”
The owner of the voice came backing out of the undergrowth so that
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twigs scratched on a greasy wind-breaker. The naked crooks of his knees
were plump, caught and scratched by thorns. He bent down, removed
the thorns carefully, and turned around. He was shorterthan the fair boy
and very fat. He came forward, searching out safe lodgments for his feet,
and then looked up through thick spectacles.
“Where’s the man with the megaphone?”
The fair boy shook his head.
“This is an island. At least I think it’s an island. That’s a reef out in the
sea. Perhaps there aren’t any grownups anywhere.”
The fat boy looked startled.
“There was that pilot. But hewasn’t in the passenger cabin, he was up
in front.”
The fair boy was peering at the reef through screwed-up eyes.
“All them other kids,” the fat boy went on. “Some of them must have
got out. They must have, mustn’t they?”
The fair boy began to pick his way as casually as possible toward the
water. He tried to be offhand and not too obviously uninterested, but the
fat boy hurried after him.“Aren’t there any grownups at all?”
“I don’t think so.”
The fair boy said this solemnly; but then the delight of a realized ambition overcame him. In the middle of the scar he stood on his head and
grinned at the reversed fat boy.
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“No grownups!”
The fat boy thought for a moment.
“That pilot.”The fair boy allowed his feet to come down and sat on the steamy
earth.
“He must have flown off after he dropped us. He couldn’t land here.
Not in a place with wheels.”
“We was attacked!”
“He’ll be back all right.”
The fat boy shook his head.
“When we was coming down I looked through one of them windows. I
saw the other part of the plane. There were flames coming out of it.”
He looked...
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The Sound of the Shell
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2
Fire on the Mountain
42
3
Huts on the Beach
65
4
Painted Faces and Long Hair
80
5
Beast from Water
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Beast from Air
134
7
Shadows and Tall Trees
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Giftfor the Darkness
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A View to a Death
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10 The Shell and the Glasses
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11 Castle Rock
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12 Cry of the Hunters
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The boy with fair hair lowered himself downthe last few feet of rock and
began to pick his way toward the lagoon. Though he had taken off his
school sweater and trailed it now from one hand, his grey shirt stuck to
him and his hair was plastered to his forehead. All round him the long
scar smashed into the jungle was a bath of heat. He was clambering
heavily among the creepers and broken trunks when a bird, a vision of
red and yellow,flashed upwards with a witch-like cry; and this cry was
echoed by another.
“Hi!” it said. “Wait a minute!” The undergrowth at the side of the scar
was shaken and a multitude of raindrops fell pattering.
“Wait a minute,” the voice said. “I got caught up.”
The fair boy stopped and jerked his stockings with an automatic gesture
that made the jungle seem for a moment like the Home Counties.
Thevoice spoke again.
“I can’t hardly move with all these creeper things.”
The owner of the voice came backing out of the undergrowth so that
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twigs scratched on a greasy wind-breaker. The naked crooks of his knees
were plump, caught and scratched by thorns. He bent down, removed
the thorns carefully, and turned around. He was shorterthan the fair boy
and very fat. He came forward, searching out safe lodgments for his feet,
and then looked up through thick spectacles.
“Where’s the man with the megaphone?”
The fair boy shook his head.
“This is an island. At least I think it’s an island. That’s a reef out in the
sea. Perhaps there aren’t any grownups anywhere.”
The fat boy looked startled.
“There was that pilot. But hewasn’t in the passenger cabin, he was up
in front.”
The fair boy was peering at the reef through screwed-up eyes.
“All them other kids,” the fat boy went on. “Some of them must have
got out. They must have, mustn’t they?”
The fair boy began to pick his way as casually as possible toward the
water. He tried to be offhand and not too obviously uninterested, but the
fat boy hurried after him.“Aren’t there any grownups at all?”
“I don’t think so.”
The fair boy said this solemnly; but then the delight of a realized ambition overcame him. In the middle of the scar he stood on his head and
grinned at the reversed fat boy.
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“No grownups!”
The fat boy thought for a moment.
“That pilot.”The fair boy allowed his feet to come down and sat on the steamy
earth.
“He must have flown off after he dropped us. He couldn’t land here.
Not in a place with wheels.”
“We was attacked!”
“He’ll be back all right.”
The fat boy shook his head.
“When we was coming down I looked through one of them windows. I
saw the other part of the plane. There were flames coming out of it.”
He looked...
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