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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: grazing quietly--he returned to the cave. A soft whistle into the back door of
the rocky home told Joe that the hunter was waiting.
"Coast clear?" whispered the lad, thrusting his head out of the entrance. His
gray eyes gleamed brightly, showing his eager spirit.
The hunter nodded, and, throwing his rifle in the hollow of his arm, proceeded
down the hill. Joe followed closely, endeavoring, as Wetzel had trained him,
to make each step precisely in the hunter's footprints. The lad had soon
learned to step nimbly and softly as a cat. When half way down the bill Wetzel
paused.
"See anythin'?" he whispered.
Joe glanced on all sides. Many mistakes had taught him to be cautious. He had
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