The torch swung round, blinding him.

He was getting to his feet, and now the torch was swinging back and forth like the flag of a victorious army waved to signal triumph.

The torch swung past my head.

They were moving swiftly and purposefully, their torches swinging and probing around them.

The torch swung across the little beach and out over the water, searching.

Then the torch swung in their direction.

The horsemen rode past the hill, but one of the men shouted, and the torches swung back.

For a moment he focused his torch on the disturbed snow on the window-ledge then swung back into the room.

His torch swung over the floor and the beam showed up dust again.

A torch swung near him for a moment and Tarrant recognized Wahaawmaw.