The freebooters knew that it would be useless, and died cursing their foes and their own fate in being thus slaughtered like rats in a trap.

Two or three of the peasants were wounded by pistol shots, but this was all the injury that their success cost them.
"The wicked have digged a pit, and they have fallen into it themselves," the farmer said as he approached the spot where Malcolm was standing, some little distance from the scene of slaughter.

"Verily the Lord hath delivered them into our hands.

I understand, my young friend, why you as a soldier did not aid in the slaughter of these villains.

It is your trade to fight in open battle, and you care not to slay your enemies when helpless; but with us it is different.