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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: him from behind, and I grasped his throat with all the strength
there was in my fingers.
With a desperate effort he got to his knees and grasped my
wrists in his powerful black hands and tore my own grip loose. He
was half-way to his feet, and far more powerful than I; I changed
my tactics. Wrenching myself loose, I fell back a step; then, as
he twisted round to get at me, I lunged forward and let him have my
fist squarely between the eyes.
The blow nearly broke my hand, but he dropped to the floor.
The next instant I was joined by Harry, who had overcome the other
Inca with little difficulty, and in a trice we had them both bound
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