When he came near she shrank back against the wall; when he spoke she cringed; when he attempted to touch her person she screamed.

It was this act that brought Sam's wrath upon Davy's head.

He won something like gratitude from the girl by profanely commanding Davy to confine his love to looks and not to acts.
"She ain't to be harmed," was Sam's edict.

"That goes, too." "Aw, you go to--" began Davy belligerently.
"What's that ?" snarled Sam, whirling upon him with a glare.

Davy slunk behind his mother and glared back.