Every few hours my father would stop to gas up the car.

A few hours stop and they could catch enough fish to feed twice their number.

"Maybe another six hours, if they stop to rest."

An hour and a half, stopping at every little station!

Many hours passed before the tic stopped for it had been nearly twenty years since his last attack.

Once war came, the long hours stopped any thought of writing a lot.

An hour and five minutes later it stopped at Milchester.

Every hour or so he stopped briefly to rest and look back at the mountains.

Another half an hour and the guns would have stopped firing for the lack of power.

Another hour or so and they could stop for the night, Conan figured.