The rope-ends reeved through the pulley on the tree were lying where they fell from the girl's hand at the close of the struggle.

He deftly knotted them to the rigid bar, and a few rapid turns of a piece of wreckage passed between the two lines strung them into a tautness that could not be attained by any amount of pulling.
Iris watched the operation in silence.

The sailor always looked at his best when hard at work.

The half-sullen, wholly self-contained expression left his face, which lit up with enthusiasm and concentrated intelligence.

That which he essayed he did with all his might.