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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: lightning-like rapidity of one long accustomed to perilous situations.
Drawing his tomahawk and noiselessly stepping to the hole in the loft, he
leaped into the midst of the astounded Indians.
Rising from the floor like the rebound of a rubber ball, his long arm with the
glittering hatchet made a wide sweep, and the young braves scattered like
frightened sheep.
He made a dash for the door and, incredible as it may seem, his movements were
so quick he would have escaped from their very midst without a scratch but for
one unforeseen circumstance. The clay floor was wet and slippery; his feet
were hardly in motion before they slipped from under him and he fell headlong.
With loud yells of triumph the band jumped upon him. There was a convulsive,
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