No, I don't want you to drive, Stephen--if you don't mind.

Get that machinist, please.

I'm rattled, and I don't want you to drive." Leila lay on the stretcher, her bloodless face upturned to the stars.
Beyond, under a blanket, something else lay very still on the lawn.
Plank beckoned a policeman, and whispered to him.
Then, far away in the darkness, a distant clamour grew on the night air, nearer, nearer.
Plank, standing beside the stretcher, raised his head, listening to the ambulance arriving at full speed..