He took a last look out at the night, and then they went inside.

Every morning he took him out to pasture and at night back home.

But we'll take it out as well at the other end.

So they did, taking one book out at a time to flip through them.

"I don't know who to take the ball out at that time."

It's the same when I take a book out at break.

As he took me out at the door, my mother ran towards us.

"I take them out once a year at convention time."

They don't know when to hit people with pitches and how to take a guy out at second base.

Mind you, I wasn't taking a dog out with me at the time.