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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: brutal note. I had feared the man before, but that gave me new terror.
"Bud, climb the ladder," commanded Buell.
"I ain't stuck on thet job," rejoined Bud.
As his heavy boots thumped on the ladder they jarred the whole cabin. My
very desperation filled me with the fierceness of a cornered animal. I
caught sight of a short branch of the thickness of a man's arm, and,
grasping it, I slowly raised myself. When Bud's black, round head appeared
above the loft I hit it with all my might.
Bud bawled like a wounded animal, and fell to the ground with the noise of
a load of bricks. Through my peep-hole I saw him writhing, with both hands
pressed to his head. Then, lying flat on his back, he whipped out his
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