Grinning, the man was coming around the fire, his knife held low.

He had to understand every connection, or the knife would not hold together.

Above the stage, a figure turned, knife held high, to the cheering crowd.

Coming up behind the boy, her knife held low, ready to stab.

"That little knife can't hold anything in the way of coins."

I go closer, very slowly, the knife held in front of me.

"A knife will only hold its edge so long before it stops cutting," he said recently.

He took another step toward her, the knife held high.

He came up with the knife held close to him.

Two small dark men came after him, their knives held low.