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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Desert Gold by Zane Grey: suddenly leaped up, and his voice came with a shriek:
"LOOK OUT, LADDY!"
A big horse, like a white streak, was bearing down to the right
of the ranger. Blanco Diablo! A matchless rider swung with the
horse's motion. Gale was stunned. Then he remembered the first
raider, the one Lash had shot at and driven away from the outlet.
This fellow had made for the mesquite and had put a saddle on Belding's
favorite. In the heat of the excitement, while Ladd had been intent upon
the climbing horse, this last raider had come down with the speed of
the wind straight for the western outlet. Perhaps, very probably,
he did not know Gale was there to block it; and certainly he hoped
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