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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: heart. The pressure of his bonds relaxed, ceased; his arms were free. He
turned to find the long-bladed knife on the ground. The little hands were
gone.
In a tinkling he rose unbound, armed, desperate. In another second an Indian
warrior lay upon the ground in his death-throes, while a fleeing form vanished
in the gray morning mist.
Chapter VII.
Joe felt the heavy lethargy rise from him like the removal of a blanket; his
eyes became clear, and he saw the trees and the forest gloom; slowly he
realized his actual position.
He was a prisoner, lying helpless among his sleeping captors. Silvertip and
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