Clutching each other, they inched backward toward the front door.

Then he inched backward out leaving me with the smell of truck oil.

Ray inched backward, still on his knees, not rising until he was at the door.

Each time I tried to get the car to go forward, it inched backward.

Tim inched backward, out of the water, until it was only hubcap deep.

I inched backward, very slowly, not making a sound, until I was near the edge of the cotton.

She inched slowly backward, into the kitchen, afraid to make a sudden move.

But the man had assumed a sitting position against the tunnel wall and was inching backward.

Inching backward for ten feet had scraped a lot of it up under my coat.

He lowered himself down, inching backward and no doubt giving Blade an interesting view all the while.