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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Riders of the Purple Sage by Zane Grey: at full speed! Jerry Card, that's what you've done unless I'm
drunk on the smell of sage. But I've got to see the trick before
I believe it."
Thenceforth, while Wrangle sped on, Venters glued his eyes to the
little rider. Jerry Card rode as only he could ride. Of all the
daring horsemen of the uplands, Jerry was the one rider fitted to
bring out the greatness of the blacks in that long race. He had
them on a dead run, but not yet at the last strained and killing
pace. From time to time he glanced backward, as a wise general in
retreat calculating his chances and the power and speed of
pursuers, and the moment for the last desperate burst. No doubt,
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