He neither heeded nor heard the entreaties of his friends.

In his ears one phrase only rang with insistent reiteration.
"He's a coward, an' his mother's a coward before him." Only one obsession possessed him, he must keep hard at his enemy.
"Time!" The second round was on.

Like a tiger upon his prey, Larry was upon his foe, driving fast and furious blows upon his head and face.

But this time Mop was ready for him, and bearing in, head down, he took on his left guard the driving blows with no apparent injury, and sent back some half a dozen heavy swings that broke down Larry's guard, drove him across the ring and finally brought him gasping to his knees.
"Stay where you are," yelled Ben.

"Take your count, Larry, and keep away from him.