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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: proud and disdainful look Isaac gazed straight before him and paid no heed to
his tormentor.
"Does the Indian boy think he can frighten a white warrior?" said Isaac
scornfully at length. "Let him go and earn his eagle plumes. The pale face
laughs at him."
The young brave understood the Huron language, for he gave a frightful yell
and cast his tomahawk again, this time shaving a lock of hair from Isaac's
head.
This was what Isaac had prayed for. He hoped that one of these glittering
hatchets would be propelled less skillfully than its predecessors and would
kill him instantly. But the enraged brave had no other opportunity to cast his
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