Outside, between the barn and the ranch houses one could see a group of men on step-ladders lighting the festoons of Japanese lanterns.

In the darkness, only their faces appeared here and there, high above the ground, seen in a haze of red, strange, grotesque.
Gradually as the multitude of lanterns were lit, the light spread.
The grass underfoot looked like green excelsior.

Another group of men invaded the barn itself, lighting the lamps and lanterns there.

Soon the whole place was gleaming with points of light.

Young Vacca, who had disappeared, returned with his pockets full of wax candles.