He tried to get her to take a rest also, and let him watch; but she insisted that they must go on, and promised to rest just before dark.

"For we must travel hard at night, you know," she added fearfully.
He questioned her more about the man who might be pursuing, and came to understand her fears.
"The scoundrel!" he muttered, looking at the delicate features and clear, lovely profile of the girl.

He felt a strong desire to throttle the evil man.
He asked a good many questions about her life, and was filled with wonder over the flower-like girl who seemed to have blossomed in the wilderness with no hand to cultivate her save a lazy, clever, drunken father, and a kind but ignorant mother.

How could she have escaped being coarsened amid such surroundings.

How was it, with such brothers as she had, that she had come forth as lovely and unhurt as she seemed?
He somehow began to feel a great anxiety for her lonely future and a desire to put her in the way of protection.