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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: "Injuns, an' not fer away."
Wetzel returned to the shelter and tore it down. Then he bent the branch of a
beech tree low over the place. He pulled down another branch over the remains
of the camp-fire. These precautions made the spot less striking. Wetzel knew
that an Indian scout never glances casually; his roving eyes survey the
forest, perhaps quickly, but thoroughly. An unnatural position of bush or log
always leads to an examination.
This done, the hunter grasped Joe's hand and led him up the knoll. Making his
way behind a well-screened tree, which had been uprooted, he selected a
position where, hidden themselves, they could see the creek.
Hardly had Wetzel, admonished Joe to lie perfectly still, when from a short
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