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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Heritage of the Desert by Zane Grey: Hare dropped behind, and catching Silvermane's tail held on firmly. The
stallion towed him easily. The waves dashed over him and lapped at
Mescal's waist. The current grew stronger, sweeping Silvermane down out
of line with
The black wall which had frowned closer and closer. Mescal lifted the
rifle, and resting the stock on the saddle, held it upright. The roar of
the rapids seemed to lose its volume, and presently it died in the
splashing and slapping of broken water closer at hand. Mescal turned to
him with bright eyes; curving her hand about her lips she shouted:
"Can't make the bar! We've got to go through this side of the rapids.
Hang on!"
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