When hurtling came an arrow, which struck our stern, and quivered.

Another! and another! Grazing the canopy, they darted by, and hissing, dived like red-hot bars beneath the waves.
Starting, we beheld a corruscating wake, tracking the course of a low canoe, far flying for a neighboring mountain.

The next moment it was lost within the mountain's shadow and pursuit was useless.
"Let us fly!" cried Yoomy "Peace! What murderers these ?" said Media, calmly; "whom can they seek ?--you, Taji ?" "The three avengers fly three bolts," said Babbalanja.

"See if the arrow yet remain astern," cried Media.
They brought it to him.
"By Oro! Taji on the barb!" "Then it missed its aim.

But I will not mine.