Another tap sounded on the tarpaulin in a different place, and they both concurred in the belief that something had darted in curved flight over the ledge and fallen on top of their protecting shield.
"Let us see what the game is," exclaimed the sailor.

He crept to the back of the ledge and drew himself up until he could reach over the sheet.

He returned, carrying in his hand a couple of tiny arrows.
"There are no less than seven of these things sticking in the canvas," he said.

"They don't look very terrible.

I suppose that is what my Indian friend meant by warning me against the trees on the right." He did not tell Iris all the Mahommedan said.