The man next to me moaned, and turned his head.

The man on the floor moaned again, as if he had heard.

The man tried to move, but then just moaned again.

The man in the corner moaned and moved his head.

Around him, men and women moaned as they began to revive.

It was the sound of a man moaning in death's agony.

A few men moaned in agony, but the attack had stopped.

Beside her, the man stirred and moaned as she helped him up.

He pointed toward the high earth bank, near where the dying man lay and moaned to himself.

One man twisted and moaned in the red dirt of the garden.