Richard stood up, walking through them, their hands clinging to his legs.

His hand clung to her elbow as if for support.

Her hands clung, even as she cried out in surprise and pain.

The child's hand clung tight, and his head was hurting.

George leaned forward, one hand clinging to a tree branch for support.

Her hand, clinging to his big one, grew colder by the minute.

The pistol jumped, but his right hand went with it and clung.

Both her hands clung to a stone jutting out from the wall.

He held himself there, breathless, both hands clinging now with a death grip.