Winding the reins around the saddle horn, he shook out his rope and tied it to the bridle.
His gloves, adequate for snow shoveling, were poor equipment to safely grasp a rope that supported his full weight.
When his friends heard the gun they pulled the rope quickly and drew him out.
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.
After a while, however, he gave the rope a quick jerk.
"Fine," she said, at the end of her rope with him.
Gabriel untied the knot from the rope.
She leaned over to grab the thick rope and yanked it up, pulling it up hand over hand.
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.
That's when you jump off a mountain with a rope tied around your waist, and hope it's long enough.
There was an empty sack which had contained the climbing rope but it was empty and Dean put it aside.
Putnam gave the rope a quick jerk and his friends pulled him out in great haste.
Others have gone down from the village with a "fifty-six" and a wagon load of inch rope, but yet have failed to find any bottom; for while the "fifty-six" was resting by the way, they were paying out the rope in the vain attempt to fathom their truly immeasurable capacity for marvellousness.
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.
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 knelt beside the fish and unwrapped them with a grimace, cheered to find the section of rope nearly five feet long.
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.
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.
There remained a second rope, various books on the sport of ice climbing and a few pitons.
Primarily, it was Jerome Shipton's severed climbing rope that remained a knotty question that wouldn't go away.
"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.
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.
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.
Someone cut that rope, but it wasn't me.