The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: shadowy form, with its lightninglike movements, its glittering hatchet, was
Wetzel. When he plunged into the midst of the other savages I distinctly
recognized him, and saw that he had a bundle, possibly his coat, wrapped round
his left arm, and his right hand held the glittering tomahawk. I saw him
strike that big Indian there, the one lying with split skull. His wonderful
daring and quickness seemed to make the savages turn at random. He broke
through the circle, swung Nell under his arm, slashed at my bonds as he passed
by, and then was gone as he had come. Not until after you were struck, and
Silvertip came up to me, was I aware my bonds were cut. Wetzel's hatchet had
severed them; it even cut my side, which was bleeding. I was free to help, to
fight, and I did not know it. Fool that I am!"
The Spirit of the Border |