The mighty frame was still and cold and stiff as the ice beneath it.

The strong man had fallen from the saddle on to his head, and, dislocating his neck, had met with instant death.

Close at hand were the marks of the horse's sliding hoofs.

She had cast one of her shoes in the fall, and there it lay.

Her knees, too, were still bleeding.
"Give me the lantern, Willy," said Ralph, going down on his knees to feel the heart.