Once more the feeling seized him that it was a long duel between Slade and himself that must end in the death of one or the other, and he meant to end it now.
Despite the fierce notes of the whistle, coming from one point and then another, he did not see him.

He caught a glimpse of the gigantic form of Skelly, but he too was soon gone, and then when he felt the restraining hand of Shepard upon his arm he came out of his rage.
"Look there!" cried Shepard.
About a score of the guerrillas had been cut off from their comrades and were driven toward the valley, where they remained on its edge, crouched down, and firing.

The deep snow in which they knelt was quivering.
Dick shouted to his men to draw back.

Then the huge bank of snow gave way and slid down the slope, carrying the guerrillas, and gathering volume and force as it went.

A terrified shouting came from the thick of it, as the avalanche hurled itself into the valley, where the bruised and broken guerrillas were taken prisoners without resistance.
Dick, after one glance at their fate, continued the pursuit of the main band down the other slope.