But it had failed him once—would it fail him again?
Without a word he took an arrow from the quiver and placed it to the bow. The Brownies watched his every movement with the keenest interest.
He gazed about seeking some difficult target at which to aim. With their pop eyes the Brownies gazed where he did.
He saw the crescent moon hanging low in the deepening sky, like a hunter’s horn, and pointed the arrow at it.
He pulled back the cord with all his strength, and to his great relief it held. The arrow whistled away in its swift flight, and was lost in the violet atmosphere.
But almost the next moment a great cry of surprise went up from all the Brownies. The arrow that Florimel had shot was sticking through the moon!
