In my right leg is a burning pain; and from the flesh, protruding head and shaft from either side, is an arrow
of the Fire-Man.
Once, as one of them felt for an arrow
which had narrowly missed him, he encountered Jerry's back with his hand and acknowledged the sharp slash of Jerry's teeth with a wild yell of terror.
if you win the golden arrow
you shall be chief of outlaws in Sherwood Forest
When King Agamemnon saw the blood flowing from the wound he was afraid, and so was brave Menelaus himself till he saw that the barbs of the arrow
and the thread that bound the arrow
-head to the shaft were still outside the wound.
Three times the Arabs started across the clearing in the direction from which they thought the arrows
came, but each time another arrow
would come from behind to take its toll from among their number.
He knew that alone the tiny prick of the arrow
could not so quickly dispatch these wild things of the jungle, who were often torn and scratched and gored in a frightful manner as they fought with their jungle neighbors, yet as often recovered as not.
He had a nice little bow in his hand, but it was quite spoiled by the rain, and the tints of his many-colored arrows
ran one into the other.
With the shield slipped well up on my left arm I let fly with another arrow
, which brought down a second Sagoth, and then as his fellow's hatchet sped toward me I caught it upon the shield, and fitted another shaft for him; but he did not wait to receive it.
Queen Penelope," answered Eurymachus, "we do not suppose that this man will take you away with him; it is impossible; but we are afraid lest some of the baser sort, men or women among the Achaeans, should go gossiping about and say, 'These suitors are a feeble folk; they are paying court to the wife of a brave man whose bow not one of them was able to string, and yet a beggarly tramp who came to the house strung it at once and sent an arrow
through the iron.
Then he chose the stoutest bow among them all, next to Robin's own, and a straight gray goose shaft, well-feathered and smooth, and stepping to the mark--while all the band, sitting or lying upon the greensward, watched to see him shoot--he drew the arrow
to his cheek and loosed the shaft right deftly, sending it so straight down the path that it clove the mark in the very center.
Fewer and fewer were the arrows
that replied to the guns of the raiders, and at last Achmet Zek felt safe in ordering an assault.
Sometimes he was compelled to leave the trail and creep and climb through the jungle so as to approach the man-traps from behind; and on one occasion, in spite of his precaution, a spring-bow was discharged, the flying arrow
barely clipping the shoulder of one of the waiting Poonga-Poonga boys.