If we get another ray of the moonlight I'll pick him off, that is if you say so, sir." "I've no objection, sergeant.

Such a man as Slade cumbers the earth.
Besides, he'll do everything he can now to kill us." The sergeant knelt, carbine raised, and waited for the ray of moonlight.
He was a dead shot, and he believed that he would not miss, but when the ray came at last Slade was not there.

Whitley uttered a low exclamation of disgust.
"A good chance gone," he said, "and it may never come again.

I'd have saved the lives of a lot of good men." But a flash came from the thicket, and the sergeant from the grass replied.

A cry followed his shot, showing that some one had received his bullet, but Dick knew instinctively that it was not Slade, the crafty leader he was sure now being safe behind the trunk of a tree.
Presently the sergeant fired from another point, and then crept hastily away lest the flash of his rifle betray him.