The two boys balanced each other, and they pulled well together.

The boys each took a handle and pulled when I nodded.

The boy pulled away and looked her full in the eyes.

The boy grabbed his hands and pulled him further down the street.

A young boy caught hold of her blouse and pulled at it.

The boy pulled away from her, and she let go of him.

The boy pulled on some clothes and hurried out the door.

But before she could make her move, the two boys pulled their mother away.

The young boy pulled the trigger, and the gun went off.