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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The People That Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs: view at almost the same spot behind which he had disappeared,
and at his heels ran Nobs. Neither was running so fast or
furiously as when last I had seen them.
The horse, as he approached me, I could see was laboring hard;
yet he kept gamely to his task, and Nobs, too. The splendid
fellow was driving the quarry straight toward me. I crouched
behind my bush and laid my noose in readiness to throw. As the
two approached my hiding-place, Nobs reduced his speed, and the
stallion, evidently only too glad of the respite, dropped into
a trot. It was at this gait that he passed me; my rope-hand
flew forward; the honda, well down, held the noose open,
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