Two young men on bicycles slow down and stop to stare at us.
The man slowed his pace as he came nearer to me.
Beyond Hal, more men and women had slowed to listen.
The men slowed as they reached the entrance to the locker room.
Both men slowed down, then stopped a couple of feet away from Reynolds.
The red man slowed to something an Olympic runner might hope for.
The man slowed to a walk when he saw us.
A wounded man would only slow him 317 down.
The man was tough, but slowed by a recent wound.
The man had slowed down and was looking about as if puzzled.
