The youth leaped to the floor and raised his broom threateningly.

Knives flashed in their hands, and the youth kicked at them and leapt sideways through the catwalk like a wriggling fish about to be gutted.

The youth leaped to one side.

It was toward him that the youth leaped.

As it turned out, the 25 youths from this hard-luck neighborhood leaped at the chance to join the program.

With a scream the youth leaped to his feet and almost threw himself upon Bridge.

He leaned forward once the youth had leaped up and four-footed away.

The youth almost leapt out of his skin, but his hand left his sword.

The youth wriggled from beneath the dead body of his adversary, leaped to his feet and looked about him.

The youth leaped to obey with alacrity, a smile quivering at the corners of his lips, but contained, though his eyes betrayed his pleasure.