We don't even know in which direction that arrow is going to point.

Not that an arrow would go far through these woods.

The distance was less than twenty yards now, and the arrow went true.

He did not know how deep the arrow had gone but there was no way to probe.

None of us could see where their arrows were going.

I could tell the arrow had gone right through me.

You can't scream if an arrow goes through your head.

There was little in the way of aiming but this arrow went straight where the other had not.

By late in the day, the orange arrow had gone, replaced with a blue one.

He drew again, and the arrow went home in the red on its right edge.