The eyes are starting; they denote suffocation and terrible pain.

The legs twitch; they seem struggling to come to the rescue of the body's upper half.
From the back of the old man there protrudes an arrowshaft.

It has pierced it close to the spine, between it and the right shoulder-blade, penetrating into the lungs, where it now stabs and smarts.
From a distant tree-top there sounds the hoarse "kuawk, kuawk" of the crow.

Otherwise all is still.
The wounded man coughs; with the cough blood comes to his lips,--light red blood.

The thighs begin to struggle, as if formication was going on in the muscles.