Above him, the torch and the white cloud of light were coming on fast.

The torch came swinging down, trailing sparks like a meteor.

More torches came on, briefly, to mark the borders of a landing strip.

As her torch came near, they let go.

So - whoever brought back the torches came through the secret door - the one we couldn't find.

By this time another torch had come to help ward off the attackers, then another.

The torch came down, twisting round and round on its string.

But now the torch came on again, its glare turned downward.

But as he reached the torch and no attack came, he became curious.

The torches came nearer; now she could see the men holding them, and the armed men behind.