William Golding

Simon broke off and turned to Piggy who was looking at him with an expression of derisive incomprehension.

Then the piglet tore loose from the creepers and scurried into the undergrowth.

Truculently they squared up to each other but kept just out of fighting distance?

He noticed that he still held the knife aloft and brought his arm down, replacing the blade in the sheath.

Presently the white, broken stumps, the split sticks and the tangle of the thicket refocused.

"He kind of spat," said Piggy. "My auntie wouldn't let me blow on account of my asthma. He said you blew from down here." Piggy laid a hand on his jutting abdomen.

Ralph had stopped smiling and was pointing into the lagoon. Something creamy lay among the ferny weeds.

And the mind was very disinclined to hutch out of the crevice and face what must be done. […] He hauled himself out of the crevice and the air was warm so that he undressed to trousers and sweater. […] He hutched himself back against a rock with his legs sprawled apart.