He was starting to wonder if they would ever stop walking when the man ahead of him held up a hand.
Two men hold up a gas station in the middle of the night.
The young man held up his hand, a sort of greeting.
The old man held it up to the light for a moment.
He was about to say something when the younger man held up his hand.
He could only hope that the man was holding up.
The man put both hands behind himself for a moment and then held them up.
The small man with the plastic face held up his hand once more for silence.
The man in blue holds up his one good hand.
Seeing his gaze, the man held up those hands and continued.
