He waited patiently and the second shot came.

He saw the hands again, the arms, part of one shoulder and the side of the head, and taking quick aim he pulled the trigger, though he was satisfied that his bullet had missed.
But the flame of battle was lighted in Robert's soul.

Hating nobody and wishing good to all, he nevertheless sought to kill, because some one was seeking to kill him, and because killing was the business of those about him.

What came to be known later as mass psychology took hold of him.

All his mental and physical powers were concentrated on the single task of slaying an enemy.