In his right hand, this fellow held a big revolver.

"Those fellows would never hold such a Terrestrial crowd back if visitors from another planet landed!"

The fellow had false teeth and couldn't hold tacks in his mouth.

By the way the fellow held it, he hadn't had to use it very often up till now.

The fellow who had waved was now holding a loudspeaker.

A fellow can only hold his breath so long, you know!

The fellow was holding a huge mug of ale.

The fellow held his forked rod out before him as if it were a pike.

In his other hand, the fellow held a can of Sprite.

Its fellow came gently, of its own accord, and held him.