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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Under the Red Robe by Stanley Weyman: hard-bitten fellow. Both were armed, and Clon was
booted. His mate rode barefoot, with a rusty spur
strapped to one heel.
The moment I saw them a sure and certain fear crept into
my mind: it was that which made me shiver But I did not
speak to them. I went in again and closed the door
behind me. The landlord was putting on his boots.
'What does this mean?' I said hoarsely--though I had a
clear prescience of what was coming. 'Why are these men
here?'
'Orders,' he answered laconically.
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