I confess it was rather a trying moment, but I never lost my head, feeling confident of my skill with the bow--which I had practised off and on ever since I had left school at Montreux.

I actually waited until the charging monster was within a few paces, and then I let fly.

So close was he that not much credit is due to me for accurate aim.

The arrow fairly transfixed his right eye, causing him to pull up on his haunches, and roar with pain.
Yamba, full of anxiety, hurried down her tree; but she had scarcely reached the ground when the baffled bull wheeled and charged her, with more fury than ever.

She simply glided behind a tree, and then I showed myself and induced the bull to charge me once more.