Harry King went back to his own bunk and lay prone, his forehead resting on his folded arms and his face hidden.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
When her grief and terror had spent themselves in tears she grew calmer, and still lying prone and motionless, strove to think of a way out.
"The Man from Jericho"
Edwin Carlile Litsey
She turned and pointed to a row of sheaves which were still lying prone.
"A Prairie Courtship"
Harold Bindloss