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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Adventure by Jack London: bruised imprints of two fingers.
Just then a gang of blacks came out from among the trees carrying
the wounded man on a rough stretcher.
"Romantic, isn't it?" Sheldon sneered, following Joan's startled
gaze. "And now I'll have to play surgeon and doctor him up.
Funny, this twentieth-century duelling. First you drill a hole in
a man, and next you set about plugging the hole up."
They had stepped aside to let the stretcher pass, and Tudor, who
had heard the remark, lifted himself up on the elbow of his sound
arm and said with a defiant grin, -
"If you'd got one of mine you'd have had to plug with a dinner-
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