The thing's done with." She gave him her hand, and kept the glove with the dark grease stain.
Then, seeing there was no more to be said, she looked about.

Ragged clouds rolled up from the Southwest, and the disturbed swell that splashed about the dock gates indicated wind down channel.

A shower beat upon the engine skylights and Barbara moved beneath the bridge.

A great rope rose out of the water as the men at the winch hauled up the clumsy hulk.

Two or three others, dragging a thin, stiff wire rope, floundered unsteadily across the deck.
"They look rough, and they're not very sober," Barbara remarked.
Lister laughed.