I didn't know what I was doing.

I don't know now what I have done.

Is he--" "He's not dead yet." Carter struggled to his feet, but a terrible attack of coughing seized him, and he sank back exhausted.

The handkerchief which he held to his mouth was red with blood.
Sandy stretched him out on the snow, where he lay for a while with closed eyes.

He was very white, and his lips twitched convulsively.
A vehicle passed out the road, and Sandy started up.