Sure enough—they were in Chicago and had dinner with us on their way out.
He did not like his neighbor, Mr. Fish, any too well but there was no way out.
She turned, on her way out of the locker-room, and shot a quick glance at Sidney.
And on the way out he lived up to the letter of their agreement.
If there was any way out only the Four-Footed People knew it.
So on ...