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A
sudden
breeze
shook
the
fringe
of
palm
trees
,
so
that
the
fronds
tossed
and
fluttered
.
Sixty
feet
above
Roger
,
several
nuts
,
fibrous
lumps
as
big
as
rugby
balls
,
were
loosed
from
their
stems
.
They
fell
about
him
with
a
series
of
hard
thumps
and
he
was
not
touched
.
Roger
did
not
consider
his
escape
,
but
looked
from
the
nuts
to
Henry
and
back
again
.
The
subsoil
beneath
the
palm
trees
was
a
raised
beach
,
and
generations
of
palms
had
worked
loose
in
this
the
stones
that
had
lain
on
the
sands
of
another
shore
.
Roger
stooped
,
picked
up
a
stone
,
aimed
,
and
threw
it
at
Henry
--
threw
it
to
miss
.
The
stone
,
that
token
of
preposterous
time
,
bounced
five
yards
to
Henry
's
right
and
fell
in
the
water
.
Roger
gathered
a
handful
of
stones
and
began
to
throw
them
.
Yet
there
was
a
space
round
Henry
,
perhaps
six
yards
in
diameter
,
into
which
he
dare
not
throw
.
Here
,
invisible
yet
strong
,
was
the
taboo
of
the
old
life
.
Round
the
squatting
child
was
the
protection
of
parents
and
school
and
policemen
and
the
law
.
Roger
's
arm
was
conditioned
by
a
civilization
that
knew
nothing
of
him
and
was
in
ruins
.
Henry
was
surprised
by
the
plopping
sounds
in
the
water
.
He
abandoned
the
noiseless
transparencies
and
pointed
at
the
center
of
the
spreading
rings
like
a
setter
.
This
side
and
that
the
stones
fell
,
and
Henry
turned
obediently
but
always
too
late
to
see
the
stones
in
the
air
.
At
last
he
saw
one
and
laughed
,
looking
for
the
friend
who
was
teasing
him
.
But
Roger
had
whipped
behind
the
palm
again
,
was
leaning
against
it
breathing
quickly
,
his
eyelids
fluttering
.
Then
Henry
lost
interest
in
stones
and
wandered
off
.
"
Roger
.
"
Jack
was
standing
under
a
tree
about
ten
yards
away
.
When
Roger
opened
his
eyes
and
saw
him
,
a
darker
shadow
crept
beneath
the
swarthiness
of
his
skin
;
but
Jack
noticed
nothing
.
He
was
eager
,
impatient
,
beckoning
,
so
that
Roger
went
to
him
.
There
was
a
small
pool
at
the
end
of
the
river
,
dammed
back
by
sand
and
full
of
white
water-lilies
and
needle-like
reeds
.
Here
Sam
and
Eric
were
waiting
,
and
Bill
.
Jack
,
concealed
from
the
sun
,
knelt
by
the
pool
and
opened
the
two
large
leaves
that
he
carried
.
One
of
them
contained
white
clay
,
and
the
other
red
.
By
them
lay
a
stick
of
charcoal
brought
down
from
the
fire
.
Jack
explained
to
Roger
as
he
worked
.
"
They
do
n't
smell
me
.
They
see
me
,
I
think
.
Something
pink
,
under
the
trees
.
"
He
smeared
on
the
clay
.
