A big fellow, whose head brushed against the car ceiling, he was staring intently into my jeep.

The fellow with the sight stared at Sam.

The fellows turned out of the tents, rubbing their eyes, and stared about them.

The fellow was staring straight toward the back passage.

The fellow was staring toward the street, to see if any one had followed him.

The empath walked away, and her startled fellows stared.

Suddenly, the big fellow stopped and stared through narrowed eyes at his chief.

The thick-faced fellow stared at me in dumb surprise.

This fellow was staring vacantly into his cupped hands.

The poor fellow stared uncomprehendingly at me, so I relented.