A sudden gust of wind made the palms talk1 and the noise seemed very loud now that darkness and silence made it so noticeable. Two grey trunks rubbed each other with an evil speaking that no one had noticed by day. Piggy took the conch out of his hands. His voice was indignant.
Ralph pushed between them and got a thump on the chest. He wrestled the conch from someone and sat down breathlessly. There is too much talk about ghosts. We ought to have left all this for daylight. A hushed and anonymous voice broke in that perhaps what the beast is a ghost.
There is too much talking out of turn. Ralph said because we can't have proper assemblies if you don't stick to the rules.