He was a big man, but the rope held all right.

She tried again to move, but the ropes held fast.

Even if the snow gave the ropes would hold them now.

A black rope held them back from the door their eyes were locked on.

But the rope held, almost as if it were glued in place.

"Sir, are you sure this rope will hold those things?"

"Do you see that rope at the far end of the room holding the torch?"

A figure was on the summit offering me a rope to hold onto.

And then the remaining ropes holding the platform gave way.

He had fought with all his strength against the ropes holding him to the chair.