The tattered mob screamed wildly in response.

One mob was running up the hill, the other mob was running down, and both mobs were screaming for blood.

The mob would scream on your behalf.

The mob was yelling and screaming for vengeance.

The mob surged up against the door, pounding and screaming, "Christians!"

The mob on the podium screamed their pleasure.

Jubala died in the sand while the mob screamed their approval.

The mob screamed, many of them either fleeing or throwing themselves shaking on the ground.

They stood straight and held ground as the mob of at least fifty thousand screamed for blood.

The mob was screaming for his head!