With a lunge the boy hurled himself in a fierce flying tackle.

The boy reached the wagon, scrambled up and hurled himself into the arms of his sobbing mother.

Then the boy grabbed a basket out of his boat and hurled it at Hannem.

As he watched, a teen-age boy hurled himself at an elderly lady, the two of them falling.

The boy had hurled himself away, heaved, then had taken control.

Then the boy with the club foot, who had finished eating, picked up the wood and hurled it with all his force into the air.

If the boy had hurled a dynamite bomb at him the result could have been no more surprising.

Without hesitation the three boys hurled themselves on the man and bore him to the ground.

The young boy hurled his rubber across the room and hit his friend in the head.

The boys hurled their pillows at one another from across the hotel room.