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:|
he grasped the knife, which Silvertip had been unable to hold with his
crippled hand, and thrust it deeply into the Indian's side.
All Silvertip's muscles relaxed as if a strong tension had been removed.
Slowly his legs straightened, his arms dropped, and from his side gushed a
dark flood. A shadow crept over his face, not dark nor white, but just a
shadow. His eyes lost their hate; they no longer saw the foe, they looked
beyond with gloomy question, and then were fixed cold in death. Silvertip died
as he had lived--a chief.
Joe glared round for Girty. He was gone, having slipped away during the fight.
The lad turned to release the poor prisoner, when he started back with a cry
of fear. Kate lay bathed in a pool of blood--dead. The renegade, fearing she
The Spirit of the Border