The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey:|
puffed at us from all quarters. Bill still looked cool, but the last
vestige of color had faded from his face. These things boded ill. Herky
had grown strangely silent, which fact was the worst of all for me. For that
tough, scarred, reckless little wretch to hold his tongue was the last
The air freshened somewhat, and the forest lightened. Almost abruptly we
rode out to the edge of a great, wide canyon. It must have crossed the
forest at right angles to the canyon we had left. It was twice as wide and
deep as any I had yet seen. In the bottom wound a broad brook.
"Which way now?" asked Herky.
Bill shook his head. Far to our right a pall of smoke moved over the
The Young Forester