My fingers clutched at the butt, and slowly I began to withdraw it till I had it safe in the shadow of my pocket.
My enemy did not know that I was left-handed.
He fitted a second arrow to his bow, while his lips curved maliciously.
All the demoniac, pantherlike cruelty of his race looked at me out of his deep eyes.

He was taking his time about it, unwilling to lose the slightest flavour of his vengeance.

I played up to him nobly, squirming as if in an agony of terror.

But by this time I had got a comfortable posture on the rock, and my left shoulder was towards him.
At last he made his choice, and so did I.I never thought that I could miss, for if I had had any doubt I should have failed.

I was as confident in my sureness as any saint in the mercy of God.
He raised his bow, but it never reached his shoulder.