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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Cruise of the Jasper B. by Don Marquis: grimace; he head was bent forward; he sat upon a rock. Cleggett,
unable to withdraw his eyes, waited for Loge's first movement.
The man made no sign. Cleggett slowly raised his pistol. . . .
But he did not fire. The open, staring eyes, unchanging at the
menace of the lifted pistol, told the story. Loge was dead.
Cleggett crossed over and examined him. Clutched on his knees
was a bomb. He had been wounded by Barnstable's last shot, but
he had crawled through the tunnel with a bomb for a final attempt
on the Jasper B. His strength had failed; he had rested upon the
rock and bled to death.
As for his last thought, Cleggett had felt it. Loge had died
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