“Look here, John Wall, do you mean ter say you think he can lick me?” said Peter, facing about.
“No, I don’t believe he can.”
“Of course he can’t. Do you see that muscle?” and Peter stiffened his arm in a way that my boy readers will understand.
“You have got a good deal of muscle, Peter, that’s a fact.”
“Of course I have. Just feel it. Do you see that fist?”
“Yes.”
“If the master should feel it, he wouldn’t know what had happened to him. I could knock him higher’n a kite.”
“Very likely you could.”
“There ain’t any likely about it. It’s a sure thing.”
“I guess he’s afraid of you, Peter. He didn’t laugh at you when you made that mistake.”