Toward the pass Blade saw no sign of anything or anyone moving.

A few signs and things I seen all my life.

Outside he saw no sign of a black man.

Other signs are unique, and never before seen, like one of an insect.

The sign I saw in the vacant lot, for instance.

He looked about the tavern, saw no signs of him.

He peered down the alley, saw no sign of her.

Glancing down, Will saw far below him the last signs of an old wreck.

I observed it discreetly for a long while, saw no signs of life.

She kept looking back, saw no sign of pursuit.