As she started she kicked off her clogs, turned, and ran for her life.
Then, in an instant, a new game began upon the sands.

Young Zeb, waving his kerchief and pursuing the flying lantern, was turned, baffled, intercepted--here, there, and everywhere--by the dancers, who scattered over the beach with shouts and peals of laughter, slipping in between him and his quarry.

The elders by the fire held their sides and cheered the sport.

Twice Zeb was tripped up by a mischievous boot, floundered and went sprawling; and the roar was loud and long.

Twice he picked himself up and started again after the lantern, that zigzagged now along the fringe of the waves, now up towards the bonfire, now off along the dark shadow of the cliffs.
Ruby could hardly sift her emotions when she found herself panting and doubling in flight.