McTee, at the same time, elicited a faint moan.

Her wrist was bruised and swollen rather than dangerously cut.

Harrigan stuffed the twine into his hip pocket; then the two Adams carried their Eve to the shade of a tree and watched the color come back to her face by slow degrees.
The wind now increased suddenly as it had done on the evening of the wreck.

It rose even as the day darkened, and in a moment it was rushing through the trees screaming in a constantly rising crescendo.

The rain was coming, and against that tropical squall shelter was necessary.
The two men ran down the beach and returned dragging the ponderous section of the wheelhouse.