You ain't--" He wavered, his eyes glittering, edged a step nearer, and with a quick lunge made a grab for O'Day's watch.
Felix sidestepped with the agility of a cat, struck straight out from the shoulder, and, with a twist of his fingers in the tramp's neck-cloth, slammed him flat against the wall, where he crouched, gasping for breath.

"Oh, that's it, is it ?" he said calmly, loosening his hold.
The man raised both hands in supplication.

"Don't kill me! Listen to me--I ain't no thief--I'm desperate.

When you didn't give me nothin' and I got on to the watch--I got crazy.

I'm glad I didn't git it.