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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Betty Zane by Zane Grey: my gun won't be so slippery."
Wetzel was seen stalking from one porthole to another. His fearful yell
sounded above all the others. He seemed to bear a charmed life, for not a
bullet had so much as scratched him. Silas communicated to him what Sullivan
had said. The hunter mounted the ladder and went up on the roof. Soon he
reappeared, descended into the room and ran into the west end of the
block-house. He kneeled before a porthole through which he pushed the long
black barrel of his rifle. Silas and Sullivan followed him and looked in the
direction indicated by his weapon. It pointed toward the bushy top of a tall
poplar tree which stood on the hill west of the Fort. Presently a little cloud
of white smoke issued from the leafy branches, and it was no sooner seen than
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