The Shadow had broken free from his cluster of attackers to wheel across the room, shooting as he went.

The Shadow broke the hold of his grappling opponent, landed a hard punch that sent him rolling.

That was why The Shadow broke away; took a long dive from the side of the road.

The Shadow broke them with hard tugs; for the cords had become scorched.

The Shadow broke that hold with an outward wrist twist.

The Shadow had broken into a veritable swarm of mobsters.

The Shadow had broken through the opposite gate.

They were like the gas bomb that The Shadow had broken when he stepped into the cab.

The Shadow broke the lock with a small but strong tool brought from beneath his black robe.

The Shadow broke suddenly away from the strange sight which his eyes commanded.