You could see in Fitz's face that he knew he was done for before he started, but he wouldn't, let up.

The booze had him going and he was too proud to back down.

Pretty soon he started cussing Mac Strann.
"Well, by that time everybody had cleared out of the saloon, because they knowed that them sort of words meant bullets comin'.

But Mac Strann jest stood there watchin', and grinnin' in his ugly way--damn his soul black!--and never sayin' a word back.

By God, Fatty, he looked sort of hungry.