Alan Sullivan,
Soapy
(1922)
“ Burdock heard that groan, and learned shortly that Soapy reckoned he had cleaned up a thousand an hour for the last four hours, against which his rival had the one nugget last tossed across the creek. The latter cooked and ate in a kind of choking silence, and that, again, is the way of the wilderness. Enough is never enough. What the other fellow has determines one's own objective, and it was the irony of Ragged River that doubled on the man who dared not go back East, and halved on the one who ached to go. ”
