Again, the driver pointed to the next stop and moved on.

The driver didn't move a muscle; he just kept driving.

The driver moved with a slow confidence and seven minutes later stopped in front of the station.

The driver shot me a frightened glance through his open window but didn't move.

As the driver moved toward her door, I suddenly found it difficult to swallow.

But if he trails off, other drivers could move into the 400-point window.

The driver wasn't moving very fast so Heller turned to me in the back.

The driver had turned the car and was moving toward them.

Inside the office the driver of the car moved back and forth before the single hanging light.

I was out of the car quickly, but the huge driver moved even faster.