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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: Scarcely had he gained a standing posture when an object, bounding like a dark
ball, shot out of the thicket and hurled both warriors to the earth. A
moonbeam glinted upon something bright. It flashed again on a swift, sweeping
circle. A short, choking yell aroused the other savages. Up they sprang,
alarmed, confused.
The shadow-form darted among them. It moved with inconceivable rapidity; it
became a monster. Terrible was the convulsive conflict. Dull blows, the click
of steel, angry shouts, agonized yells, and thrashing, wrestling sounds
mingled together and half drowned by an awful roar like that of a mad bull.
The strife ceased as suddenly as it had begun. Warriors lay still on the
grass; others writhed in agony. For an instant a fleeting shadow crossed the
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