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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: roof of the cabin had caught fire and was burning fiercely.
"That infernal redskin is going to do that again," ejaculated Jonathan.
It was indeed true. That same small bright light could be seen coming down the
road gathering headway with every second. No doubt the same Indian, emboldened
by his success, and maddened with that thirst for glory so often fatal to his
kind, was again making the effort to fire the block-house.
The eyes of Col. Zane and his companions were fastened on the light as it came
nearer and nearer with its changing motion. The burning cabin brightened the
square before the Fort. The slender, shadowy figure of the Indian could be
plainly seen emerging from the gloom. So swiftly did he run that he seemed to
have wings. Now he was in the full glare of the light. What a magnificent
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