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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Under the Andes by Rex Stout: unreasoning anger surged through my brain--anger at the grinning
savages on the bank, at the whirling black water, at Harry, at
myself.
Whichever way we looked was death, and none worth choosing.
"I can't hold--much longer," Harry gasped. "What's the use--
old man--Paul--come--I'm going--"
He disappeared into the black, furious whirlpool with that
word. The next instant my own fingers were torn from their hold by
a sudden jerk of the water, and I followed.
Chapter XIV.
A FISHING PARTY.
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