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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: shirt, and washed the wound. It was painful and bled freely, but it was not
much worse than cuts from spikes when playing ball. Herky bound it tightly
with a strip of my shirt-sleeve, and over that my handkerchief.
"Thar, kid, thet'll stiffen up an' be sore fer a day or two, but it ain't
nothin'. You'll soon be bouncin' clubs offen our heads."
It was plain that Herky--and the others, for that matter, except Buell--
thought more of me because I had wielded a club so vigorously.
"Look at thet lump, kid," said Bud, bending his head. "Now, ain't thet a
nice way to treat a feller? It made me plumb mad, it did."
"I'm likely to hurt somebody yet," I declared.
They looked at me curiously. Buell raised his face with a queer smile. Bud
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