Dick saw that he was fairly burning for revenge.

Among his people the code of an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth still prevailed, unquestioned, and there would be no pity for the guerrilla who might come under the muzzle of his rifle.

But his feelings were shown only for the moment.

In another instant, he was a stoic like the Indians whom he had displaced.
After a little silence he added: "That man Slade, who is the brains uv the outfit, is plum' devil.
So fur ez his doin's in these mountings are concerned he ain't human at all.

He hez no mercy fur nuthin' at no time." His words found an echo in Dick's own mind.