While he was doing so, Hector drew from his pouch the six little pellets, and taking the arrows, straightened out each pellet, wrapped it round an arrow, and secured it firmly with a small strand from the string.

When he had done this, he took the bow from Paolo, fitted an arrow to the string, drew it with his full strength, and then, pointing the arrow high, loosed it.

The six arrows were sent off.

Just as the last was discharged there was a shout of "Who is there?
Speak, or I fire!" It was a sentry on the wall, who had caught the sound of the twang of the bow.
"I am a friend, a messenger from the French general," Hector replied.
"I have just shot six arrows into the fortress; a message is attached to each for the governor.

Report to the officer, and have a search made for them in the morning.
"That is a piece of good luck," he went on as they turned away.