My young friend, the answer to that stares you in the face.

Once our friends stopped and stared into a shop window, upon which Holmes did the same.

My Czech friend stared into the dark water as it washed by below.

Tom whirled around in the direction his friend was staring.

His friend stared at him, his face having lost some of its color.

The two friends stared at each other, hardly able to hold themselves in, or keep from crying aloud.

His friend stared, too, then started to laugh, rather bitterly.

His friend stared at him, took a deep breath, let it out, and turned back to me.

My friends stopped moving and stared for several seconds, in disbelief.

His oldest friend stared at him for a long moment.