He saw me, but ignored me, turning his attention to Broken-Tooth, who was still teetering slightly and involuntarily on the end of the branch.
The first arrow leaped upward.

Broken-Tooth yelled with fright and pain.
It had reached its mark.

This put a new complexion on the matter.

I no longer cared to play, but crouched trembling close to my limb.

A second arrow and a third soared up, missing Broken-Tooth, rustling the leaves as they passed through, arching in their flight and returning to earth.
The Fire-Man stretched his bow again.