Shooting a kashmiri Boy

I halted on the road when the boy was 80 yards away, his left side towards us, taking not the slightest notice of our approach. He was hurling stones, but then he stopped to drink some water. As soon as I saw the boy, I knew with perfect certainty I ought not to shoot him. Moreover, I did not in the least want to shoot him. I decided I would watch for a little while to make sure he did not throw stones again, and then we would all go home. https://www.eclectica.org/v26n4/andrabi.html