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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: luckless brave entirely around the camp-fire. The fun, however, was not to be
all one-sided. The big Indian gave a more strenuous pull, and the boot came
off suddenly. Unprepared for this, he lost his balance and fell down the bank
almost into the creek. He held on to the boot, nevertheless, and getting up,
threw it into the fire.
The braves quieted down after that, and soon lapsed into slumber, leaving the
big fellow, to whom the chief had addressed his brief command, acting, as
guard. Observing Joe watching him as he puffed on his new pipe, he grinned,
and spoke in broken English that was intelligible, and much of a surprise to
the young man.
"Paleface--tobac'--heap good."
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