Frank Harris,
Eatin' Crow; and The Best Man in Garotte
“ What expression this sentiment would have found it is impossible to say, for just then Bill Hitchcock observed with a sneer: “As he's run, I may as well walk;” and he stepped towards the bar-room. Instantly Crocker threw himself in front of him with his face on fire. “Walk—will ye?” he burst out, the long-repressed rage flaming up—“walk! when you've jumped the best man in Garotte—walk! No, by God, you'll crawl, d'ye hear? crawl—right out of this camp, right now!” and he dropped his revolver on Hitchcock's breast. ”
