But I am not afraid of him, Mack--he can't make me afraid; he can't make me run away." What with his rage and his secret fear, the boy had quite lost control of himself.
"So that's it," said Mack, reading both rage and fear in his eyes.
"Listen to me, Larry," he continued in a voice low and stern.

"You quit this monkey work right now or, by the jumping Jehoshaphat, I will lick the tar out of you myself when this is over.

You're not afraid of him; I know that--we all know that.

But you don't want to kill him, eh?
No.
What you want is to make him look like a fool.

Well, then, fight, if you want to fight, but remember your rules.