Only the beam of light moved as he played the torch up and down the two forms.

A torchlight beam cut through it, picked me out, and then moved on.

The beam of the torch moved up to the face.

But when he'd made the journey in the reverse direction the beam hadn't been moving.

At the West end of the Church a beam has moved away from the wall by nine inches.

The beam moved slowly over the deep blue sheen of Peter's motorcycle.

The beams didn't move, probably hadn't moved for a year.

So a change in current acts as a measure of how much the beam moved.

The beam moved slowly back and forth: Nothing lay out there.

I turned aside, assuming we were of one mind, when the beam moved back to the bed.