A slip on the ice could send one of us tumbling down the mountainside.

A slip on the edge of the canyon would send a man straight into space.

A slip at that point would have sent him careening out on the safety line and into one of the pillars of engine thrust.

'Just one little slip and they send you to Siberia!'

This was a relief, because any slip would send them tumbling off the mountain.

One slip would send him plunging a quarter of a mile down to the valley.

A slip could send him rolling, and there was nothing he could grasp to stop himself.

A slip of the foot could send me tumbling down to the bottom.

Even at the best regulated check-in counters, a slip of the pen can send your goods and chattels off to parts unknown.

The slightest slip would send him plunging into the flames.