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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: job of it. My arm burned and throbbed, but not badly enough to prevent
sleep. Twice I had nearly dropped off when loud laughs or voices roused me.
My eyes closed with a picture of those rough, dark men sitting before the
fire.
A noise like muffled thunder burst into my slumber. I awakened with my body
cramped and stiff. It was daylight, and something had happened. Buell ran
in and out of the cabin yelling at his men. All of them except Herky were
wildly excited. Buell was abusing Bud for something, and Bud was blaming
Buell.
"Thet's no way to talk to me!" said Bud, angrily. "He didn't break loose in
my watch!'
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