The following afternoon, watching the gran wagons start back along the dusty road, he felt sad.

Trap had just grasped a capstone when the wagon started to slide.

After a suspenseful wait, the wagon started forward, rumbled out toward the surrounding hills.

Then the wagon rolled roughly over the crest and started steeply down.

Circling round, the wagons started their journey back to Trinity.

Then they jumped in with the pigs, and the wagon started toward Boonton.

Meanwhile, the wagons and the rafts were starting to cross the water.

Much had been lost when the wagon started to come apart, but much remained.

We seated ourselves on rude benches as the wagon started to move.

She went inside as the wagon started on its way.