He hauled the microphone from its cubby in the dashboard and spoke the code words.
It eddied through the sulky between the dashboard and the curtained sides.
The dolls were arranged in a row against the back of the dashboard.
The reins he had tucked between the edge of the dashboard and the whip socket.
She lifted the foot, and rested it on the dashboard, bending and twisting it.
I asked, with my teeth set and my feet braced against the dashboard.
I drew up, laid the reins on the dashboard, and examined the revolver.
He sat for a few moments staring at the dashboard with a puzzled frown.
One hand was on the dashboard of the cutter, the other had seized the seat.
They had slipped over the dashboard and were trailing on the ground.