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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: 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
open lane leading out of the glade; then it vanished.
Three savages had sprung toward their rifles. A blinding flash, a loud report
burst from the thicket overhead. The foremost savage sank lifelessly. The
others were intercepted by a giant shadow with brandished rifle. The watcher
on the knoll had entered the glade. He stood before the stacked rifles and
swung his heavy gun. Crash! An Indian went down before that sweep, but rose
again. The savages backed away from this threatening figure, and circled
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