A young boy, no older than five, darted between the legs of the gangbangers.

Her voice faded as the boy darted into the sunlight.

Already the smaller boy had darted across the room to the mummy case and lowered himself into it.

A boy darted in to free her, but the child who was It tagged him as well.

The boy darted, like a pale shadow, flickering at his side.

The boy darted across the stacks of cases to escape.

The boy darted away from the sunlight, back into the darker forest.

The boy sometimes darted to the middle of the road, glancing all around and occasionally bending his head to listen.

When she was too close, the boys darted around her and trotted a little distance away.

As her cohort spread around its side of the square, a small boy broke away and darted toward the street they had left.