He saw Brice was a half-head shorter than himself and at least thirty pounds lighter.

Nor did Brice's figure betray any special muscular development.

Apparently, there could be but one outcome to such a battle.
The man's fists clenched, afresh.

His big muscles tightened.
Brice saw the menace and spoke again.
"It's only fair to warn you," said he, gently, "that I shall thrash you worse than ever you've been thrashed before in all your down-at-heel life.

When I was a boy, I saw George Siler beat up five men who tackled him.