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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Gods of Mars by Edgar Rice Burroughs: swimmers it seemed to me that we moved at a snail's pace
through the water. I was swimming entirely beneath the surface,
but Xodar was compelled to rise often to let the youth breathe,
so it was a wonder that we were not discovered long before we were.
In fact we reached the boat's side and were all aboard
before the watch upon the battleship, aroused by the shots,
detected us. Then an alarm gun bellowed from a ship's
bow, its deep boom reverberating in deafening tones beneath
the rocky dome of Omean.
Instantly the sleeping thousands were awake. The decks of
a thousand monster craft teemed with fighting-men, for an
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