If it is surely dead the second arrow may be saved.

Those glassy eyes; that sallow face; and the fold, the ghastly fold that runs on both sides of the mouth, of that mouth filled with blood now clotting,--they show that life is gone.
Still the savage keeps his bow well in hand, as with head and neck extended he steals forward slowly, mistrustfully approaching his victim.
When he is close to the body his eyes sparkle with delight and pride, and his face gleams with the triumph of some hellish spirit.
He touches the corpse.

It is warm, but surely lifeless.

He grasps at the wrap; it is of no value to him, although made of cotton.

Beneath, however, there must be something that attracts his attention, for he quickly tears off the scanty dress and fumbles about the chest of the victim.