As he turned into the avenue himself, Miss Merry, who was far ahead, happened to look back.

Straightened into the avenue, he could see the touring car himself.

Both issued from another cab that was wheeling into the avenue.

But by the time he swung into the avenue, a pursuing cab was after him.

I saw the cunning glint in his eyes as we passed out into the avenue.

They did not catch up with him by the time he turned into the avenue where he lived.

Then he turned into the avenue at our left, and I proceeded on my way.

We both stumbled out into the avenue, though he merely looked dazed.

I started off to the right, and got back into the avenue which had led me into the middle of the forest.

Madly, he started a new dash out into the avenue.