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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: reply was offered. Bud and Bill sat down, evidently to resume their
card-playing. The uneasy silence broke to a laugh, then to subdued voices,
and finally the clatter and hum began again. Dick led me outside, where we
were soon joined by Jim.
"He's holed up," suggested Dick.
"Shore. I don't take no stock in his hittin' the trail. He's layin' low."
"Let's look around a bit, anyhow."
Dick took me back to the cook's cabin and, bidding me remain inside, strode
away. I beard footsteps so soon after his departure that I made certain he
had returned, but the burly form which blocked the light in the cabin door
was not Dick's. I was astounded to recognize Buell.
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