He had learned to sense the coming of a mob.

A number of the mob went down, but not enough.

Same as if I found out he was still part of the mob, all this time.

He could see himself as part of a mob, all too easily.

He asked leaders of the mob to give him a chance to talk to the crowd.

A reporter was trying to get to the center of the small mob.

As yet, none of the new mob knew where they were supposed to go.

As am I, in the eyes of the mob and those who've accused him.

The boy who had been burned, in more ways than one, the night of the mob.

Some of the mob, this time, knew what to expect.