Among them was the young man I had seen earlier.

My attention turned to the young man next to me.

Most young men I know live to hear themselves talk.

By the way, what became of the other young man?

But the young men looked at her with all their eyes.

Then they all went to the young man's house and he told them his history.

But whatever course the young men try doesn't seem to do much good.

The young man did not see what was in the dark room.

Three young men had got out and were looking at them.

He was not really a young man, for even now his eyes looked very old.