"What's that?"
"A conch he called it."
"How did your friend blow this?" "He kind of spat."
Immediately, a deep, harsh note
Echoed back from pink granite of the mountain.
"There's one!" Signs of life were visible on the hot, dumb sand.
"Johnny." "Sam, Eric, Sam, Eric."
"Let him be chief with the trumpet-thing."
"Hold the conch when speaking. And he won't be interrupted. Except by me."
"I haven't finished yet."
"But you've talked and talked!"
"I've got the conch."
Jack sat down, grumbling.
"I got the conch, you let me speak!" "The conch doesn't count on top of the mountain."
"The conch! I got a right to speak!" Twins giggled.
"And I've got the conch-" "It doesn't count at this end of island."
Piggy lost his temper.
"I got the conch. I'm going to Jack an' tell him I am."
"You'll get hurt."
"I'm calling an assembly."
"Who says?" "I say! You voted for me for Chief!"
Piggy fell forty feet.
His head opened and stuff came out and turned red.
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