After several hours, the guide stopped and turned to Hillary.

Almost at the end, his guide turned left into a large office.

Their guide turned to them, his face visible in the wallglows.

The adult guide turned at the sound of her voice.

Several times our guide turned so quickly that we could scarcely follow him.

They reached an inn and the guide turned into its stable yard.

The guide stepped through the next door off the stairwell and turned left.

My guide saw me coming, turned and dodged into an alleyway, also running.

The guide turned, alerted by the menace in the tone.

Behind him, the local guides, who did know Rule One, turned and ran.