|
The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: blankets. It was now so dark that I could not distinguish anything outside of
the campfire circle. But I heard Greaser's soft, shuffling footsteps as he
returned. Then his dark, slim figure made a shadow between me and the
light. He sat down before the fire and began to roll a cigarette. He did
not seem sleepy.
A daring scheme flashed into my mind. I would crawl into camp and free
Dick. Not only would I outwit the lumber thieves, but also make Dick think
well of me. What would Jim Williams say of a trick like that? The thought
of the Texan banished what little hesitation I felt. Glancing round the
bright circle, I made my plan; it was to crawl far back into the darkness,
go around to the other side of the camp, and then slip up behind Dick.
The Young Forester |
