Mike and I jumped to our feet, not out of respect but because we were startled.

Then she did try to jump up and out of reach.

But Frank didn't jump in, of course, and we let that big walleye get away.

She ignored the hand and jumped down of her own accord.

With no more hope for tomorrow, she decided to jump of a bridge into the river below.

On my way back, ready to jump clear out of my skin.

The two images overlapped each other, jumping in and out of focus.

"I don't have to jump in and out of bed to be happy," she replied calmly.

In a sense, what happened was that Steve jumped clear of the ground and it came along to catch him.

She thought jumping in and out of bed didn't matter.