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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: smooth.
The old hunter kept striding on, and I wondered bow he could go so fast
without running. Presently we came to where the canyon forked. Hiram
started up the right-hand fork, then suddenly stopped, and, turning, began
to go back, carefully examining the ground.
"They've split on us," he explained. "The ole feller with the trap went up
the right-hand draw, an' the mother an' cub took to the left. Now,
youngster, can you keep your nerve?"
"I think so."
"Wal, you go after the ole feller. You can't miss him, an' he won't be far.
You'll hear him bellerin' long before you git to him, though he might lay
The Young Forester |
