She never forgot the fleeting expression of his face.

So might Lazarus have looked from the tomb.
"The rope!" she screamed, dropping the revolver and seizing the loose ends lying at her feet.
She drew them tight and leaned back, pulling with all her strength.

The sailor flung the axe to the rocks and grasped the two ropes.

He raised himself and plunged wildly.

He was free.