She was cool, almost flippant.

I awakened to the knowledge that she was to be reckoned with in this situation.

Suddenly she stepped squarely between Sampson and me.
"Move aside," ordered Sampson sternly.
"I won't! What do I care for your old gun?
You shan't shoot Russ or do anything else to him.

It's my fault he's here in my room.

I coaxed him to come." "You little hussy!" exclaimed Sampson, and he lowered the gun.
If I ever before had occasion to glory in Sally I had it then.