Flambeaux-bearers shook their torches merrily among the trees of their route, and turned round, from time to time, to avoid distancing
the horsemen who followed them.
He dodged hither and thither, distancing
them for several minutes until, at the bottom of a long runway that inclined steeply downward from a higher level, he burst into a subterranean apartment lighted by many flares.
The instant his bonds were released, Michael soared at Collins, and Collins, timing and distancing
with the accuracy of long years, kicked him under the jaw and whirled him back and down into the sawdust.