I must have shied at it as a horse shies at an object it fears.
Lop-Ear took a smashing fall as he ran beside me.

An arrow had driven through the calf of his leg and tripped him.

He tried to run, but was tripped and thrown by it a second time.

He sat up, crouching, trembling with fear, and called to me pleadingly.

I dashed back.