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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: that I feared would tear me apart. Greaser chattered like a hideous monkey,
and ran to and fro in glee. Herky-Jerky soon had me sputtering, gasping,
choking. When he finally pulled me out of the hole I was all but drowned.
"You bow-legged beggar!" shouted Dick, "I'll fix you for that."
"Whar's my gun?" yelled Herky, as I fell to the ground.
"I lost--it," I panted.
He began to rave. Then I half swooned, and when sight and hearing fully
returned I was lying in the cave on my blankets. A great lassitude weighted
me down. The terrible thrashing about in the icy water had quenched my
spirit. For a while I was too played out to move, and lay there in my wet
clothes. Finally I asked leave to take them off. Bud, who had come back in
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