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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: length of grapevine floating like a brown snake of the water below. In the
excitement they heeded not the barking of Mose. Nor did they see the grapevine
straighten and become taut just as they drifted upon it; but the felt the raft
strike and hold on some submerged object. It creaked and groaned and the foamy
water surged, gurgling, between the logs.
Jim's mare snorted with terror, and rearing high, pulled her halter loose and
plunged into the river. But Jim still held her, at risk of being drawn
overboard.
"Let go! She'll drag you in!" yelled Joe, grasping him with his free hand.
Lance trembled violently and strained at the rope, which his master held with
a strong grip.
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