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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: dangerous.
And he was right. Presently the stalwart chief heard, or saw, a drop of water
fall from the loft. It came from the hunter's wet coat. Almost any one save an
Indian scout would have fancied this came from the roof. As the chief's gaze
roamed everywhere over the interior of the cabin his expression was plainly
distrustful. His eye searched the wet clay floor, but hardly could have
discovered anything there, because the hunter's moccasined tracks had been
obliterated by the footprints of the Indians. The chief's suspicions seemed
to be allayed.
But in truth this chief, with the wonderful sagacity natural to Indians, had
observed matters which totally escaped the young braves, and, like a wily old
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