The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Moon-Face and Other Stories by Jack London:|
"Went clean through, and no harm done!" he cried jubilantly. "I'll bet he
aimed right all right, but he drew the gun over when he pulled the
trigger--the cuss! But I fixed 'm! Oh, I fixed 'm!"
His fingers were investigating the bullet-hole in his side, and a shade of
regret passed over his face. "It's goin' to be stiffer'n hell," he said. "An'
it's up to me to get mended an' get out o' here."
He crawled out of the hole and went down the hill to his camp. Half an hour
later he returned, leading his pack-horse. His open shirt disclosed the rude
bandages with which he had dressed his wound. He was slow and awkward with his
left-hand movements, but that did not prevent his using the arm.
The bight of the pack-rope under the dead man's shoulders enabled him to heave