He stepped clear of the tree, continuing the pivoting movement so that he emerged on the opposite side to the one where he had gone into cover, and his mouth went dry as he saw the Genovesan aiming another crossbow towards Halt, heard the dull smack of the cord again. Halt had warned him that they might have more than one bow apiece and he’d been right.
Then Will’s heart froze at the most chilling sound he had heard in his young life: Halt’s brief cry of pain, followed by the sound of his bow dropping.
‘Halt!’ he screamed, all thought of the Genovesan forgotten for a moment. He searched vainly, looking to where Halt had risen into view. But there was no sign of him now. He was down, Will thought dully. He had been hit and he was down.

Halt's Peril, Chapter 22