Roger, at the far edge of the meadow, stopped in his tracks and turned about.

Roger turned his head and gazed at the captain's profile.

"We must have food," Roger said and turned away from her.

Roger waved back, and turned his horse's nose in our direction.

Roger turned quickly - but no, the old man's eyes were fast shut.

Roger turned round quickly - but again the old man's eyes were closed there too.

Roger turned away from the view and looked at the Marine.

Roger turned around and went back to the nursing station.

Roger turned back to him, his expression grim and determined.

Roger turned away, one hand raised to his mouth.