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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Octopus by Frank Norris: holding his saddle horse by the bridle, and looking attentively
at a trail that had been broken through the standing wheat on
Quien Sabe. The party drew rein.
"The engine passed me on the tracks further up, and empty," said
S. Behrman. "Boys, I think he left her here."
But before anyone could answer, the bloodhounds gave tongue
again, as they picked up the scent.
"That's him," cried S. Behrman. "Get on, boys."
They dashed forward, following the hounds. S. Behrman
laboriously climbed to his saddle, panting, perspiring, mopping
the roll of fat over his coat collar, and turned in after them,
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