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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: but we remembered the poison grass of the Summit and the passage
in the Rocks, and the man who was my brother spoke no word, but
divided the cayuses into two bunches,--his in the one and mine in
the other,--and he looked at me and we understood each other. So
he drove mine to the one side and I drove his to the other, and we
took with us our rifles and shot them to the last one, while the
man who had killed fifty horses cursed us till his throat cracked.
But that man, with whom I welded blood-brothership on the Dead
Horse Trail--"
"Why, that man was John Randolph," Fortune, sneering the while,
completed the climax for him.
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