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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: "I ain't stuck on thet job," rejoined Bud.
As his heavy boots thumped on the ladder they jarred the whole cabin. My
very desperation filled me with the fierceness of a cornered animal. I
caught sight of a short branch of the thickness of a man's arm, and,
grasping it, I slowly raised myself. When Bud's black, round head appeared
above the loft I hit it with all my might.
Bud bawled like a wounded animal, and fell to the ground with the noise of
a load of bricks. Through my peep-hole I saw him writhing, with both hands
pressed to his head. Then, lying flat on his back, he whipped out his
revolver. I saw the red spurt, the puff of smoke. Bang!
A bullet zipped through the brush, and tore a hole through the roof.
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