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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Young Forester by Zane Grey: sputter and a cloud of steam, Greaser lazily swore in Mexican; he got up to
move the stew-pot and dropped the lasso.
When he reached the fire I bounded up, jerking the lasso far behind me. I
ran and grabbed the revolver. Greaser heard me and wheeled with a yell. Bud
sat up quickly. I pointed the revolver at him, then at Greaser, and kept
moving it from one side to the other.
"Don't move! I'll shoot!" I cried.
"Good boy!" yelled Dick. "You've got the drop. Keep it, Ken, keep it! Don't
lose your nerve. Edge round here and cut me loose. . . . Bud, if you move
I'll make him shoot. Come on, Ken."
"Greaser, cut him loose!" I commanded the snarling Mexican.
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