The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey:|
threw a bag of biscuits over the saddle and tied it fast. My fingers worked
swiftly. There was a fluttering in my throat, and my sight was dim. All the
time the roar of the forest fire grew louder and more ominous.
The ponies would be safe. I would be safe in the lee of the big rocks near
the pool. But I did not mean to stay. I could not stay with those men lying
tied up in the cabin. Herky had saved me. Still it was not that which
spurred me on.
Target snorted shrilly and started back from the water, ready to stampede.
Slipping the bridle into place, I snapped the bit between his teeth. I had
to swing off my feet to pull his head down.
Even as I did this I felt the force of the wind. It was hard to breathe. A
The Young Forester