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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London: "Touch her on the neck!" she cried to him.
With this, the mare pulled alongside and began gradually to pass the girl.
Chris and Lute looked at each other for a moment, the mare still drawing
ahead, so that Chris was compelled slowly to turn his head. The mill was a
hundred yards away.
"Shall I give him the spurs?" Lute shouted.
The man nodded, and the girl drove the spurs in sharply and quickly, calling
upon the horse for its utmost, but watched her own horse forge slowly ahead of
her.
"Beaten by three lengths!" Lute beamed triumphantly, as they pulled into a
walk. "Confess, sir, confess! You didn't think the old mare had it in her."
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