The arrow, which was of dark wood, glanced through the air.

The eye could follow it only a short distance.

No sound was heard this time, but in a few seconds the Mexicans were seen running towards the tree.
"Do not touch the arrow," Cacama shouted; and then, followed by the crowd, for the numbers had greatly increased, as the news of what was going on had spread through the palace, he walked forward to the tree.
The massive stem was more than four feet in diameter, and within a few inches of the center, and at a height of three feet from the ground, the arrow was sticking.

The Mexicans were silent with astonishment, mingled with a certain amount of awe, for shooting like this seemed to them to be supernatural.
"And you said you were not a good shot!" the king said.
"It was a pure accident," Roger asserted.

"I might shoot twenty arrows, and not hit the tree again.