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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: glittering hatchet made a wide sweep, and the young braves scattered like
frightened sheep.
He made a dash for the door and, incredible as it may seem, his movements were
so quick he would have escaped from their very midst without a scratch but for
one unforeseen circumstance. The clay floor was wet and slippery; his feet
were hardly in motion before they slipped from under him and he fell headlong.
With loud yells of triumph the band jumped upon him. There was a convulsive,
heaving motion of the struggling mass, one frightful cry of agony, and then
hoarse commands. Three of the braves ran to their packs, from which they took
cords of buckskin. So exceedingly powerful was the hunter that six Indians
were required to hold him while the others tied his hands and feet. Then, with
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