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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: Accustomed as Isaac was to the bloody conflicts common to the Indians, and to
the tragedy that surrounded the life of a borderman, the ghastly sight had
unnerved him. The last glimpse of that stern, dark face, of that powerful
form, as the moon brightened up the spot in seeming pity, he felt he could
never forget. His thoughts were interrupted by the harsh voice of Crow bidding
him get up. He was told that the slightest inclination on his part to lag
behind on the march before them, or in any way to make their trail plainer,
would be the signal for his death. With that Crow cut the thongs which bound
Isaac's legs and placing him between two of the Indians, led the way into the
forest.
Moving like spectres in the moonlight they marched on and on for hours. Crow
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