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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: are a doomed race. Have you any idea what ailed this Yaqui before
the raider got in his work?"
"No, I haven't. I noticed the Indian seemed in bad shape; but I
couldn't tell what was the matter with him."
"Well, my idea is another personal one. Maybe it's off color. I
think that Yaqui was, or is, for that matter, dying of a broken
heart. All he wanted was to get back to his mountains and die.
There are no Yaquis left in that part of Sonora he was bound for."
"He had a strange look in his eyes," said Gale, thoughtfully.
"Yes, I noticed that. But all Yaquis have a wild look. Dick, if
I'm not mistaken, this fellow was a chief. It was a waste of
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