The man in the window whipped his head around.

He tried to understand the necessity of getting into condition, but never quite got the idea that the old man could whip him.

The young man whipped his head around, staring through the door into the darkness.

The man whipped the shirt off the counter and left the store.

I'd never seen so many men so thoroughly whipped before.

The man at the front door whipped his gun upward, prepared to open fire on the girl.

The man who was inside the room whipped round at that and made for the window, taking the black packet with him.

In a matter of weeks, the young man literally whipped his father into shape.

This man whipped every civilization he ever met, but one.

But six men cannot whip an empire - not by brute force.