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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: what they thought Wetzel's prowess, believed he had made a wonderful leap,
thus eluding them. But he had never attempted that leap, first, because he
knew it was well-nigh impossible, and secondly, there had never been any
necessity for such risk.
Any one leaning over this cliff would have observed, perhaps ten feet below, a
narrow ledge projecting from the face of the rock. He would have imagined if
he were to drop on that ledge there would be no way to get off and he would be
in a worse predicament.
Without a moment's hesitation Wetzel swung himself over the ledge. Joe
followed suit. At one end of this lower ledge grew a hardy shrub of the
ironwood species, and above it a scrub pine leaned horizontally out over the
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