Their consciences were troubled, and their hearts were filled with fear, for they knew they had done wrong to take the bow, and they each had the impression that the cry of pain came from a child, though each hoped that the other thought it was really only an animal.

They carried the bow back to its place in silence.
Suddenly a new fear seized them.

One arrow was gone from the quiver; what if Rolf should miss it! The sound of the family coming back from church, added to their embarrassment.

It was not possible now to go to look for the arrow, for that would lead to immediate discovery.

Rolf did not yet know that they had been shooting, but if he should begin to question them! They had got themselves into a fine box, through their disobedience; and they had no idea how they should ever get out of it, for they felt sure that they should never dare to tell the truth, if the arrow were asked for.
Silent, and covered with confusion from their consciousness of wrong-doing, the twins crept back to the school-room, and there they sat without stirring or speaking, until they were called to dinner.