Woodville, the lad with whom he had fought such a good fight, nature's weapons used, was before him.
Dick raised his rifle.

Young Woodville was an easy target.

But the motion was only a physical impulse.

He knew in his heart that he had no intention of shooting the young Southerner, and he did not feel the slightest tinge of remorse because he evaded this part of a soldier's work.
Yet Woodville, seeing nobody and hearing nothing, would come on.

Dick, holding his rifle in the crook of his left arm, drew a pistol and fired it over the lad's head.