The moment Colonel Winchester heard the fire on the flank he knew that his plan, executed with skill by one of his lieutenants, was a success, and, gathering up his own force, he crept up the slopes, his men sending their fire into the guerrillas, who were already breaking.
Dick's troop was doing great damage.

The guerrillas in their rovings and robberies had never before faced such a fire and they fell fast, the deep snow making flight difficult.

Reed, who was at Dick's side, suddenly uttered a cry.
"I see him! I see him!" he shouted.
The long-barreled cap-and-ball rifle leaped to his shoulder, and when the stream of fire gushed from the muzzle, Leonard, the mountaineer, fell in the snow and would never betray anybody else.

Most of the guerrillas were now fleeing in panic, and Dick heard the shrill, piercing notes of Slade's whistle as he tried to draw his men off in order.

For a moment or two he forgot his duties as a leader as, pistol in hand, he looked for the little man under the enormous slouch hat.