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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: swelled and rippled under the brown skin. At every swing of the gory axe he
let out a yell the like of which had never before been heard by the white men.
It was the hunter's mad yell of revenge. In his thirst for vengeance he had
forgotten that he was defending the Fort with its women and its children; he
was fighting because he loved to kill.
Silas Zane heard the increasing clamor outside and knew that hundreds of
Indians were being drawn to the spot. Something must be done at once. He
looked around and his eyes fell on a pile of white-oak logs that had been
hauled inside the Fort. They had been placed there by Col. Zane, with wise
forethought. Silas grabbed Clarke and pulled him toward the pile of logs, at
the same time communicating his plan. Together they carried a log to the fence
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