I tried.

One was still living, I think." But he, strong man and hearty, used to such work, weary with the hard day and with a pleasant picture of the bright little flat waiting him a dozen blocks away when the job was done, spoke cheerfully, confidently, saying that he'd have them out in a jiffy, as he stooped and crawled under the car on hands and knees.
Again he saw himself as he pressed the switch of his electric torch and looked.

Again he saw the twin braids of heavy golden hair ere his thumb relaxed from the switch, leaving him in darkness.
"Is the one alive yet ?" the shaken policeman asked.
And the question was repeated, while he struggled for will power sufficient to press on the light.
He heard himself reply, "I'll tell you in a minute." Again he saw himself look.

For a long minute he looked.
"Both dead," he answered quietly.

"Clancey, pass in a number three jack, and get under yourself with another at the other end of the truck." He lay on his back, staring straight up at one single star that rocked mistily through a thinning of cloud-stuff overhead.