He knew that they were robbers and murderers, and he felt little scruple.

His sharpshooters fairly mowed them down as they fled in terror, but all who threw up their hands or signified otherwise that they wished to surrender were spared.
Still bearing in mind that it was their duty not merely to scatter but to destroy, he urged on the pursuit continually, and Shepard and the sergeant aided him.

They gave Slade and Skelly no time to reform their men, driving them from every clump of trees, when they attempted it, and continually reducing their numbers.
The rout was complete, and Dick's heart beat high with triumph, because he knew that his force had been the striking arm.

They were nearly at the foot of the far side of the mountain, when he saw Slade among the bushes.

He shouted to him to surrender, but the outlaw, suddenly aiming a pistol, fired pointblank at the young lieutenant's face.