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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: beauty, and on his swarthy, evil face an expression of savage scorn, he surely
looked a warrior and a chief.
He drew his tomahawk and flashed a dark glance at Joe. For a moment he
steadily regarded the young man; but if he expected to see fear in the
latter's face he was mistaken, for the look was returned coolly.
"Paleface steal shirt," he said in his deep voice. "Fool paleface
play--Silvertip no forget."
Chapter V.
Silvertip turned to his braves, and giving a brief command, sprang from the
raft. The warriors closed in around the brothers; two grasping each by the
arms, and the remaining Indian taking care of the horse. The captives were
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