Another mile down the trail, Wingover turned to look back.

Instead he drove for another mile, still observing, then turned back.

Several miles out he decided too much was enough and turned back.

There was another pollution incident in March 2008 when twenty miles of the river turned orange.

It would be a task to try his powers to the utmost but he had not come a thousand miles to turn back now.

Another mile and he would turn into the northern side streets of Peking.

One hundred miles an hour past Swindon, and the weather turned nasty.

A few miles farther on a current flows north and turns in a circle to the northwest.

He hadn't come all these miles, most in the pouring rain, to turn and run at the last second.

Finally, almost ten miles behind the Allied lines, the white cloud of mystery turned back.