So they gaped at it and let it run wild, called it names, and threw stones at it.
"He'll slip control and run wild," he predicted, grimly vicious.
But they are apt to run wild, to get needlessly brisk, unpleasantly incessant.
She preferred to run wild, like a colt, with Bob in the woods and swamp.
On the contrary, they were rather spoilt and allowed to run wild.