She would probably not appear until they were ready to shoot, and this seemed not to be at once if the rising temper of the director could be thought an indication.
The big hose again drew water from the pool to the tank, whence, at a sudden release, it would issue in billows.

The big lights at last seemed to be adjusted to the director's whim.

The aeroplane propeller whirred and the gale was found acceptable.

The men at the rope tugged the boat into grave danger.

The moon lighted the mist that overhung the scene.
Then at last Merton started, peering eagerly forward across the length of the pool.