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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: five puffs at his pipe.
"Squirrels."
"Good practice, shootin' squirrels," observed Jeff, after another silence,
long enough to allow Joe to talk if he was so inclined. "Kin ye hit one--say,
a hundred yards?"
"Yes, but not every time in the head," returned Joe. There was an apologetic
tone in his answer.
Another interval followed in which neither spoke. Jeff was slowly pursuing his
line of thought. After Joe's last remark he returned his pipe to his pocket
and brought out a tobacco-pouch. He tore off a large portion of the weed and
thrust it into his mouth. Then he held out the little buckskin sack to Joe.
The Spirit of the Border |
