The Shadow had weaved a remarkable course back from two squares below.

But The Shadow was weaving in the opposite direction.

They held back while The Shadow weaved and fired; waiting for their own chance to come.

In his turn, The Shadow was actually weaving in between the gropers, playing the very game that they would not expect.

Ordinarily, The Shadow would have weaved his way past crooks and left them looking for him; but such a course was dangerous, with Judith along.

In the labyrinth of the second floor, The Shadow weaved a cunning course.

The Shadow was weaving across the room, fading in expert style, timing each shift to the give-away motion of looming revolver.

The Shadow was weaving his way across the room.

From the other side, The Shadow was weaving a course to a rear corner of the grounds, shaking the shrubbery as he passed.

The Shadow was weaving back and forth, lifting each foot before the water could immerse it.