So we walked, quite leisurely, down the field, to where the frightened lad stood.

His companions hurried forward and arrived at the spot where the lad was standing.

Before the house stood the lad with the torch waiting for leave to quench it.

If he'd been drugs squad, the young lad wouldn't have stood a chance.

A young lad was standing there and I heard a few muttered words.

Presently the lad stood in front of her, wildly excited.

Two lads, no more than ten or eleven years old, stand looking in at me.

Still smiling, the lad crossed the room and stood before the Russ.

The lad stood there, smoking, one foot up behind him resting against the stone wall.

The lad came and stood before the war chief.