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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: over Wetzel's frame. In his mad gladness at being within rifle-shot of his
great Indian foe, Wetzel had forgotten the man he had trailed for two days. He
had forgotten Miller. He had only one shot--and Betty was to be avenged. He
gritted his teeth. The Delaware chief was as safe as though he were a thousand
miles away. This opportunity for which Wetzel had waited so many years, and
the successful issue of which would have gone so far toward the fulfillment of
a life's purpose, was worse than useless. A great temptation assailed the
hunter.
Wetzel's face was white when he raised the rifle; his dark eye, gleaming
vengefully, ran along the barrel. The little bead on the front sight first
covered the British officer, and then the broad breast of Girty. It moved
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