Two guards in a golf cart drove past him and waved.

He has guards beat them and drive them from the castle.

He asked me to sit down and drink a little glass of wine with him before his guard drove me home.

Then an exasperated guard drove the prisoner back to his fellows.

Some minutes later, the guards returned empty-handed, climbed into the car, and drove on.

The guards would have driven him away with blows.

Then the guards drove one of the single-horned deer in through the gate.

The senior guard, the head of the night security detail, was driving the jeep with two other guards in it.

The guard got into a camp vehicle and drove away.

He reared up, and a second guard drove his blade into the dying man's chest.