But when Umslopogaas was through, by the light of his torch
he perceived a tall and slender man, who leaned against the wall of the cave and held a shield before his face.
Sancho made a bag of his coat, and, getting together as much as he could, and as the bag would hold, he loaded his beast, and then hastened to obey his master's call, and helped him to remove the bachelor from under the mule; then putting him on her back he gave him the torch
, and Don Quixote bade him follow the track of his companions, and beg pardon of them on his part for the wrong which he could not help doing them.
As I examined the heterogeneous collection of odds and ends that is always to be found in the pocket-pouch of a Martian warrior my hand fell upon the emblazoned radium flash torch
of the black dator.
had been stuck in a socket beside the door, so that its rays illuminated both the corridor and the cell at the same time.
As he steered, he kept flashing the torch
on the boat compass so that he could keep headed north-east by east a quarter east.
But it does take minutes, and even I can remember shifting the electric torch
from one hand to the other before the aperture was large enough to receive the hand and wrist of Raffles.
The Parsee, leading the others, noiselessly crept through the wood, and in ten minutes they found themselves on the banks of a small stream, whence, by the light of the rosin torches
, they perceived a pyre of wood, on the top of which lay the embalmed body of the rajah, which was to be burned with his wife.
In a small antechamber, into which several doors opened, and which was lighted by a small iron lamp, they met a second interruption from the waiting-maid of Rowena, who, saying in a tone of authority, that her mistress desired to speak with the Palmer, took the torch
from the hand of Anwold, and, bidding him await her return, made a sign to the Palmer to follow.
"Doubtless a wealth of material of historic interest here," said Professor Bumper, flashing his torch
on the skeletons.
At the hall, on Eighth Street near Broadway, we got into the firemen's shirts and helmets, were equipped with torches
, and, growling because we weren't given at least one drink before we started, were herded aboard the train.
The bearer of the torch
shook his long loose hair back from his eyes, and thrusting his face eagerly into that of the locksmith, fixed upon him a look which told his history at once.
The man turned at the instant when I came in, and I saw John Herncastle, with a torch
in one hand, and a dagger dripping with blood in the other.