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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: Yaqui had reached the side of Mercedes, was bending over her.
She stirred. Yaqui lifted her to her feet. She appeared weak,
unable to stand alone. But she faced across the crater and waved
her hand. She was unharmed. Thorne lifted both arms above head,
and from his lips issued a cry. It was neither call nor holloa nor
welcome nor answer. Like the Yaqui's, it could scarcely be named.
But it was deep, husky, prolonged, terribly human in its intensity.
It made Gale shudder and made his heart beat like a trip hammer.
Mercedes again waved a white hand. The Yaqui waved, too, and Gale
saw in the action an urgent signal.
Hastily taking up canteen and rifles, Gale put a supporting arm
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