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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: afraid--lost! . . . Then I remembered you fellows. The fire's coming--it's
awful--we must fly!"
"You thought of us?" Herky's voice sounded queer and strangled. "Bud!
Bill! Did you hear thet? Wal, wal!"
While he muttered on I cut Bill's bonds. He rose without a word. Bud was
almost unconscious. He had struggled terribly. His heels had dug a hole
in the hard clay floor; his wrists were skinned; his mouth and chin covered
with earth, probably from his having bitten the ground in his agony. Herky
helped him up and gave him a drink from a little pocket-flask.
"Herky, if you think you've rid some in your day, look at thet hoss," said
Bill, coolly, from the door. He eyed me coolly; in fact, he was as cool as
The Young Forester | 
