He put them in an old packing case under some straw.

This time I only had to move one of the packing cases.

In the center of the room stood a large packing case, half filled with books.

I got up every packing case we could lay our hands on.

Standing on the packing cases I got a clear view to the west.

I ordered him to pick up one of the packing cases.

He was looking at the packing cases that stood in the far corner.

It had been in a packing case of books from my old library.

I sat down on a packing case and looked around.

From within the packing case he had heard words that told him prisoners were here.