The cab was moving slowly, the driver craning from the window to notice the house numbers.

Since there was no hurry, the cab moved away at an easy speed.

As the cab moved forward, another car crossed its path.

The driver flicked his whip, and the cab moved off.

The cab must have been moving over a hundred klicks an hour now.

The cab moved along the dark streets, past houses and stores.

I take the subway myself because cabs move too slow for me.

A moment later they heard her cab move off.

As the cab moved away from the curb, Jennings did not look back.

The Shadow spoke to the driver; the cab moved forward.