The guard yawned and nodded his approval.

The guard yawned and stood, shouldering his rifle.

The guard yawned as he peered down the main corridor, then walked around the corner.

Framed in the lens of the Litton Night Scope, the guard yawned.

Even the guards yawned at their post or, in some cases, snored as they slept soundly.

This night the awake guard yawned as the hours passed and nothing at all happened.

The guards were yawning and leaning against the wood-work.

The guards still yawned and leaned.

The House was hot and stuffy, the guards were yawning into their armor, and everything seemed to move at a crawl.

AT the studio gate a sleepy guard stretched his arms and yawned.