Hurrah for my man," cried Mop, clapping Joe on the back and pushing him toward Larry.
Ben began to scent sport.

He was also conscious of a rising resentment against Mop's exultant tone and manner.
"I bet you," he said, "if Larry wanted to, he could lick Joe even if he had both hands, but if Joe's one hand is tied behind his back, why Larry would just whale the tar out of him.

But Larry does not want to fight." "No," jeered Mop, "you bet he don't, he ain't got it in him.

I bet you he daren't knock a chip off Joe's shoulder, and I will tie Joe's hand behind his back with his belt.

Now there he is, bring your man on.
There's a chip on his shoulder too." Larry looked at Joe, the little smile still on his face.