Chapter One
THE SOUND OF
THE SHELL
THE BOY WITH FAIR HAIR LOWERED HIMSELF
down the 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 witchlike
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.
"Wai ...
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