If it had not been for his wounded shoulder the arrow might have gone true.

It was a treacherous deed, worthy of the savage Ojibway." "I hope the time will come," said Willet, "when I shall send a bullet not through Tandakora's shoulder, but through his heart.

I don't love the shedding of blood, but the forest will be a better forest without him.

Meanwhile, say nothing, lads.

Monsieur Jolivet is coming back, but don't mention the arrow to him.