The effect was so sudden and magical, that the shooter himself was stupefied for an instant.

Then he hailed his companions to join him in effecting the capture, and himself set off up the hill; but, ere he had got half way, up rose the figure of Martin Wittenhaagen with a bent bow in his hand.

Eric Wouverman no sooner saw him in this attitude, than he darted behind a tree, and made himself as small as possible.

Martin's skill with that weapon was well known, and the slain dog was a keen reminder of it.
Wouverman peered round the bark cautiously: there was the arrow's point still aimed at him.

He saw it shine.