He looked toward where the knife must've gone after flying past his face.

I might feel the knife go in and life run out!

The knife wasn't going to do me any good, not against him.

He put his left hand where the knife had gone into him.

I didn't see where the knife had gone, but he wasn't holding it at the moment.

Blood poured down his lower back where the knife had gone in.

The knife rolled free, but did not go very far.

The knife had not gone into him at all; it was a cut less than skin deep.

Even the knife had gone when she took the belt off.

"That knife went with us on every trip we made over the next 30-plus years," she wrote.