“What about tying a stone to his feet， Corporal？” said the other， resting on his oars.
“Garn！” growled the other. “We don‘t need that， and we haven’t brought one. He‘ll drown sure enough without astone， as long as we’ve tied the cords right.” With these words he rose and lifted his bundle. Peter now saw that it was really alive and was in fact a Dwarf， bound hand and foot but struggling as hard as he could. Next moment he heard a twang just beside his ear， and all at once the soldier threw up his arms， dropping the Dwarf into the bottom of the boat， and fell over into the water. He floundered away to the far bank and Peter knew that Susan‘s arrow had struck his helmet. He turned and saw that she was very pale but was already fitting a second arrow to the string. But it was never used. As soon as he saw his companion fall， the other soldier， with a loud cry， jumped out of the boat on the far side， and he also floundered through the water （which was apparently just in his depth） and disappeared into the woods of the mainland.