Mat tossed the dice back into the semicircle as he stepped out, and one of the men called, "Here, southlander, you can't quit while you're winning."

Uneasy with his memories, Rand woke often, and every time he could hear Mat muttering and tossing in his sleep.

Mat tossed the gold mark onto the man's tray.

Rand trotted toward him, but Mat tossed a noose away from him with a shudder, gathered his bow, and scrambled into his saddle unaided, though rubbing at his throat.

Mat was tossing and twisting on his bed, groaning in his sleep.

Ingtar cursed when Mat tossed the Horn of Valere ahead of him, and tried again to take it when he dropped outside, but Mat snatched it up with a quick, "It isn't even scratched," and scampered up the alley.

Mat tossed him a silver mark.

Mat gnawed the last scrap of meat from a rabbit's hind leg, and tossed the bone on the ground.

"Hold this for me, Master Gill," Mat said, and tossed him the wash-leather purse.