For a moment longer he stared at the dead man.

He was staring at the big man, a look very close to fear on his face.

He stared at the man who had brought him here.

He stared at the man who to him was his Chief.

She was staring at the dead man on the floor.

She turned and stared at the man by her side.

He stared at the man in black; then looked toward the body on the floor.

He stared at the man who had come into his office.

For a moment I could only stare at the little man.

He was just staring at the man on the ground.