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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Tales of the Klondyke by Jack London: to stop your breath till you do know. And if you lift a hand,
I'll blow your head off!"
"Vast heavin'!" Cardegee roared, as the rope tightened.
Kent eased away a moment, and the sailor, wriggling his neck as
though from the pressure, managed to loosen the noose a bit and
work it up so the point of contact was just under the chin.
"Well?" Kent questioned, expecting the disclosure.
But Cardegee grinned. "Go ahead with your 'angin', you bloomin'
old pot-wolloper!"
Then, as the sailor had anticipated, the tragedy became a farce.
Cardegee being the heavier of the two, Kent, throwing his body
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