it was murdo lindsay 's field ; slow in both thought and action , murdo had n't had time to react properly to my announcement that i meant to fire the barley , and was still standing on the stoop of his cabin , mouth hanging open , as brianna , lizzie , marsali , mrs. bug , and i ran round the field with armsful of faggots , lighting them from torches and hurling the blazing sticks as far as we could out into the sea of ripe , dry grain .