Jerking away from him, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
Cautiously, she crept up to the door and peered around it, jerking her head back instinctively when she spotted Yancey unlocking a door to an inner office.
He laughed and grabbed her fist, jerking her into his arms.
The mule lurched forward and the others followed, jerking the wagon into action.
A hawk made a wide swing across the grassland and then suddenly dived, jerking up at the last second, its great wings straining as it pumped back into the air with added weight.
He slammed the door and strode purposefully around to the other side, jerking the driver's side door open.
Before she recovered from the shock, the man knocked the phone from her hand and grabbed her arm, jerking her toward him.
He snatched her neck and rose, jerking her off the chair.
Toby began to panic and pull, and the jaguar lowered itself farther to the ground, planting its back legs and jerking the boy towards the forest.
He snatched her, jerking her back.
With lightning speed, Alex moved in close, jerking one of Josh's legs out from under him.
Carmen lunged at Josh, grabbing his arm and jerking on it.
Something tugged on her belt loop and Alex swung her around, jerking her into his embrace.
Alex sucked in a quick breath and grabbed her arm, jerking her toward him.
It scampered to the edge of the limb and looked down at her, its bushy tail jerking up and down as it scolded her.
Males of the Argyopidae hang on the outskirt s of the webs of the females and signal their presence to her by jerking the radial threads in a peculiar manner.
They defend themselves by jerking head and tail sidewards.
The implements used are two makes of iron-shod wooden ploughs; a large shovel, worked by three or five men, one working the handle, the others jerking the blade by ropes attached to it; a short sharp-pointed hoe, a bamboo rake, and a wooden barrow, all of rude construction.
The blue-bird with his azure plumes, the thrush clad all in brown, the robin jerking his spasmodic throat, the oriole drifting like a flake of fire, the jolly bobolink and his happy mate, the mocking-bird imitating the notes of all, the red-bird with his one sweet trill, and the busy little wren, are all making the trees in our front yard ring with their glad song.
The borzois jumped up, jerking the rings of the leashes and pricking their ears.