The other could not possibly have heard it; for before the sound could have reached him, a poisoned arrow was sticking through his ears.

The barb had passed through, and the shaft remained in his head, piercing it crosswise! Of course the bird dropped dead upon the grass, less astonished than his antagonist.
The latter at first imagined _he_ had done it, and began to strut very triumphantly around his fallen foe.
But his eye now fell upon the arrow sticking through the head of the latter.

He knew nothing about that.

_He_ had not done _that_! What the deuce-- Perhaps if he had been allowed another moment's reflection, he would have taken to his heels; but before he could make up his mind about the matter, there was another "twang" of the bowstring, another arrow whistled through the air, and another kori lay stretched upon the grass.
Swartboy now rushed forward, and took possession of the game; which proved to be a pair of young cocks, in prime condition for roasting.
Having hung the birds over a high branch, so as to secure them from jackals and hyenas, the hunters continued on; and shortly after, having re-entered the channel of the stream, continued to follow it downward..