Keeping the bridle over his arm, he now bent his bow, and sent the arrow into the woodwork of the door.

There it was, sticking near the edge, and just under the latch! As soon as Swartboy delivered the shaft, he had leaped back into his saddle--to be ready for retreat in case the lion should spring out.

He still, however, kept hold of the string, one end of which was attached to the arrow.
The "thud" of the arrow, as it struck the door, had drawn the attention of the lion.

Of course, none of them saw him, but his angry growl told them that it was so.

He did not show himself, however, and was again silent.
Swartboy now drew the string taut,--first felt it with a steady pull; and then, satisfied of its strength, gave it a stronger jerk, and brought the door to.