I had not heard her fall--I fear I was very much preoccupied in my search for an especial coin I had been told I should find here--but I did hear the cry she gave, and startled by the sound, left the section where I was and entered this one, only to see just what you are seeing now." The Curator pointed at the two women.
"This?
The one woman kneeling over the other with her hand on the arrow ?" "Yes, sir." A change took place in the Curator's expression.

Involuntarily his eyes rose to the walls hung closely with Indian relics, among which was a quiver in which all could see arrows similar to the one now in the breast of the young girl lying dead before them.
"This woman must be made to speak," he said in answer to the low murmur which followed this discovery.

"If there is a doctor present----" Waiting, but receiving no response, he withdrew his hand from the woman's arm and laid it on the arrow.
This roused her completely.

Loosing her own grasp upon the shaft, she cried, with sudden realization of the people pressing about her: "I could not draw it.

That causes death, they say.