The rest he made up into a small package which he tied upon his back.

He was sorry that he did not have any weapon.

He had been deprived of even his pocket-knife, but he did have a few dollars of Spanish coinage, which he stowed carefully in his trousers pocket.

All the while his energy endured despite his wasted form.

Hope made a bridge for his weakness.
He let the line out of the window, and his delicate sense told him when it struck against the ground.