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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: slowly lengthening out their line and surrounding the unfortunate Major. They
did not fire a shot. We in the fort were stupefied with horror, and stood
helplessly with our useless guns, watching and waiting for the seemingly
inevitable doom of our comrade. Not so with the Major! Knowing that he was a
marked man by the Indians and feeling that any death was preferable to the
gauntlet, the knife, the stake and torch of the merciless savage, he had
grasped at a desperate chance. He saw his enemies stealthily darting from rock
to tree, and tree to bush, creeping through the brush, and slipping closer and
closer every moment. On three sides were his hated foes and on the remaining
side--the abyss. Without a moment's hesitation the intrepid Major spurred his
horse at the precipice. Never shall I forget that thrilling moment. The three
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