Away rushed the arrow, rising high and, as it seemed, bearing somewhat to the left of the knight.

Yet when it drew near to that knight the wind told on it and bent it inward, as he knew it would.

Fair and full it struck upon the horse's chest, piercing through to the heart, so that down the poor beast came, throwing its rider to the ground.
"A good shot enough," grumbled Grey Dick.

"Still, it is a shame to slay nags of such a breed and let the rogues who ride them go." But his companions only stared at him almost in awe, while the other Clavering men rode on.

Before they had covered fifty paces, again the great bow twanged, and again a horse was seen to rear itself up, shaking the rider from its back, and then plunge away to die.