We took the guards' guns and now the prisoners are running free.

The prisoners beat up the two policemen guarding the back door of the truck, and run away.

Last year 4,000 prisoners ran away, compared with 400 in 1989.

The prisoner ran like a wild goat, and soon I saw that he was coming near the bottom of my hill.

And now, thanks to your stupidity, our prisoners are running, also.

As the prisoners ran by, the villagers beat them with clubs, concentrating on those who had been painted black.

They ran, and the prisoners ran ahead of them.

The prisoners ran from the camp in a hail of bullets.

The two prisoners had leapt from the vehicles and ran towards their presumed rescuers.

So that the political prisoners don't run away from there.