The man started, scanned the bushes and called back something.

Its side door was open, and a man with binoculars scanned the forest below.

A young man in the crowd stopped and scanned 42d Street.

The old man stepped back and scanned the place where the door had been.

The old man scanned the figure as if to discover the effect of his words.

The men scan the water and the air like naturalists.

The man scanned the screen in front of him, then looked up, smiling.

The man at the stone table scanned this figure with avid interest.

The man was slowly scanning the room, his eyes moving from table to table.

She looked at him, men turned her head and scanned the room.