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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Spirit of the Border by Zane Grey: attempted to rise, but the moment's delay in seizing the hatchet, was fatal to
his design. Joe was upon him with tigerlike suddenness. One kick sent the
tomahawk spinning, another landed the Shawnee again on the ground. Blind with
rage, Silvertip leaped up, and without a weapon rushed at his antagonist; but
the Indian was not a boxer, and he failed to get his hands on Joe. Shifty and
elusive, the lad dodged around the struggling savage. One, two, three hard
blows staggered Silvertip, and a fourth, delivered with the force of Joe's
powerful arm, caught the Indian when he was off his balance, and felled him,
battered and bloody, on the grass. The surrounding Indians looked down at the
vanquished Shawnee, expressing their approval in characteristic grunts.
With Lance prancing proudly, and Mose leaping lovingly beside him, Joe walked
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