He felt that a man like that ought to be wiped off the face of the earth in some way, or placed in solitary confinement the rest of his life.
He looked down at the girl, trembling, brave, white, beside him; and he felt like gathering her in his arms and hiding her himself, such a frail, brave, courageous little soul she seemed.

But the calm nerve with which she had shot the serpent was gone now.

He saw she was trembling and ready to cry.

Then he smiled upon her, a smile the like of which he had never given to human being before; at least, not since he was a tiny baby and smiled confidingly into his mother's face.

Something in that smile was like sunshine to a nervous chill.
The girl felt the comfort of it, though she still trembled.