Like a jackrabbit scooting from a field of greyhounds, the cab suddenly found an opening and whipped along a side street.

Moe's waiting cab whipped to life the moment that the agents and their burden were aboard.

The cab whipped away, ripping its own fender along with the other.

The cab whipped away, cutting in front of others before the cop was on his feet.

The cab whipped by traffic cops so fast they never caught its number.

Instantly a cab whipped from across the street in answer to The Shadow's signal.

The cab whipped away, swung a lighted corner, and was gone.

A cab whipped into speedy motion, slowing when the flashlight went yellow.

Moe's cab whipped in from a corner and diverted the car across the street.

Immediately, Moe's cab whipped to action, becoming the third in the cavalcade.