A rope was tied around a rock nearby.
Hold the rope in both hands.
Winding the reins around the saddle horn, he shook out his rope and tied it to the bridle.
When his friends heard the gun they pulled the rope quickly and drew him out.
His gloves, adequate for snow shoveling, were poor equipment to safely grasp a rope that supported his full weight.
After a while, however, he gave the rope a quick jerk.
It's so much more effective than rope, or wire, or chains.
He tried to block that day from his mind as he played out the coiled rope from over his shoulder and moved backwards down the slope.
"Fine," she said, at the end of her rope with him.
Gabriel untied the knot from the rope.
There was an empty sack which had contained the climbing rope but it was empty and Dean put it aside.
He tossed fish tied together on a rope into the center of the cave, ignoring her inspection.
She tossed the fish back to the ocean and coiled the rope, hiding it beneath several small rocks in the back of the cave.
He walked out again, and she tossed the fish and hid the rope, straightening just as he reappeared.
Putnam gave the rope a quick jerk and his friends pulled him out in great haste.
I forgot my rope in the barn and had to come back yesterday.
He had no idea of the depth of the gorge or the length of the rope, but he prayed it was sufficient.
He thought she'd walk away, but instead, she cautiously lifted the rope, turned further away from the precipice and took baby steps backwards toward him.
His sole venture at the end of a rope was the prior winter in Ouray's ice climbing park, under even more tenuous circumstances.
As they stopped to catch their breath, Dean noticed his rope was down to a single coil.
He planted his feet and dropped the rope in an effort to help her up.
Without rope, he'd never make it all the way, but he'd go as far as he could.
A rope fell out of the sky, striking Dean on the shoulder.
She leaned over to grab the thick rope and yanked it up, pulling it up hand over hand.
She knelt beside the fish and unwrapped them with a grimace, cheered to find the section of rope nearly five feet long.
Tying her chosen anchor to one end of the rope, she sat to eat her sugary cube, checked again for the monster, and leaned out of the cave.
She pulled hard on the rope, feeling some give, then tautness as the anchor lodged itself between unmovable objects.
That's when you jump off a mountain with a rope tied around your waist, and hope it's long enough.
There remained a second rope, various books on the sport of ice climbing and a few pitons.
Maybe the rope didn't bust loose until he was part way.
"Someone would have to be damn gutsy to sit here and hack away at a rope and hope no one saw them," Fred said.
Someone cut that rope, but it wasn't me.
But then he pictured his beautiful wife, her unfailingly sweet and kind nature, and refused his mind's picture of her kneeling there in the snow, calmly sawing Shipton's rope until it parted, plunging him to his bloody death.
Whoever cut that rope managed to do so without being seen.
Maybe she cut the rope ahead of time.
The rope was cut at the top, within reach of where it was fastened.
Either Jerome Shipton would have seen the cut and not used the rope, or he would have fallen so far he'd be whispering to Lucifer, not Jake Weller.
Why couldn't whoever cut the rope have just dropped the knife by mistake?
While she despised the man, her feelings still lacked a motive to sever his rope in cold blood and watch him plummet down to the rocks and churning river below.
As Dean drew close to Bird Song, he resolved to ask his wife point blank if she witnessed Donnie Ryland cutting his stepfather's climbing rope in an attempt to send him to his death.
The bitch cut his rope so she could grab Donald.
The rope was taut with his evil weight and she could hear his movements as he carefully climbed down the sheer wall to his ice-bound lair below.
Do you think he'd tell you he cut the rope if you asked him?
I don't care if she cut her husband's rope or not.
I don't much give a flying you-know-what who cut her husband's rope as long as no one is blaming me, or any of us.
"If I wanted to rappel down and not leave a rope at the top, how would I do it?" he asked.
He sure didn't fall all the way down from where the line was cut and I doubt anyone cut the rope when he was half way down the cliff.
He didn't say I had to climb down on some rope and hang by my thumbs!
The retreating blonde woman's rope and crampons lay discarded at the edge of the path, the bag from their recent purchase crumpled nearby.
His sole security was the loop of this rope around his body, between his legs, across his back and over his shoulder, which he then grasped as if his life depended on it.
He forced the picture from his mind and leaned backward, testing the rope against his weight.
Pierre, girt with a rope round his waist and wearing shoes Karataev had made for him from some leather a French soldier had torn off a tea chest and brought to have his boots mended with, went up to the sick man and squatted down beside him.
Here, tie the rope around your waist.
When Deidre was close enough, Gabriel stretched out and gripped the rope looped under her shoulders.
She needed more rope to reach the top of the cliff, yet being dinner for any creature wasn't the way she'd like to go.
If he brought her more fish tomorrow morning, she'd have rope enough to reach the cliff edge ten feet above.
She tied the lengths of rope together and hunted for and found the perfect boulder in the cave: a loose, rounded rock the size of both her fists that was light enough for her to throw.
She tried again, releasing more rope this time.
You'll also need rope, not cut from your outside clothes line, but a couple of lengths of one-hundred and fifty feet each of 9 or 10mm line.
Let's just say his climbing rope was cut, nearly all the way through.
They called in CBI when they heard about the cut rope and smelled a major problem.
She cut the rope, then high-tailed it back to the bridge.
She cut his rope, figuring on hooking back up with that Ryland fellow but then his girlfriend showed up and in no uncertain terms pointed out why that was a dead end.
Primarily, it was Jerome Shipton's severed climbing rope that remained a knotty question that wouldn't go away.
Then he tied a rope around his waist and said to his friends, Take hold of the other end, boys.