Set sail

Usage examples of rig.

Frik Van Alman would be more upset about not regaining the artifact than he would ever have been about losing the oil rig.

When they had made their tallies other gangs of seamen rolled the great barrels down to the beach and loaded them into the largest pinnace to be taken out to the galleon, which lay anchored out in the channel, under her new mainmast and rigging.

Rigged to an ECUan environmental-control unitthat Rhyme could manipulate with his one working finger, the device used a rubber armature to turn pages of books.

Still the Berceau held on, though her way was checked, and now her bow-guns answered with chain-shot that shrieked high through the rigging, cutting ropes and sails as it went.

Then it crossed the sea of grass and bush to the dry region of the desert and came to Bir Oassa where the towers of oil rigs made a newer, metal forest.

The Biter was alongside the rigging wharf, starboard side to, and almost without a conscious intention he crossed the deck, swung legs across the bulwarks, and clambered down on to the dockside That Sam Holt had betrayed him he would not believe.

The road to the bale shed was sheltered by a high, densely overgrown caragana hedge, and when he came around the end of it, he saw the familiar midnight blue rig backed up to the big doors at the south end of the arena.

He bet that Algul Siento had been what his Dad had claimed America would become in time, a cashless society, and that old Seeberg was rigged so you only had to push the buttons in order to start the music.

Teddy was deeply asleep, so Zach left the cavelet late in the afternoon to rig a few early-warning devices around the perimeter.

Angelo groaned and turned a light chocolate colour every time he bent over to coil a rope or rig the rods and Chubby sweated neat alcohol and his expression was truly terrifying.

We found a good anchor point for our block and tackle and while Chubby rigged it, I left him and floated back to the nearest cabin.

Cig and Grace waved as Cig pulled the rig around, truck nose outwards.

This happened quickly--the roar of flames, the clacketing of the rig, the heavy horses whipped to a lather through their fear, the wooden wheels bumping and veering between flames--but, quick as it was, Mamo never forgot.

Through the grille of the hatch he could see a mast, and sailors clambering like squirrels about the rigging.

Back during the height of the Rebellion, the mechanical genius General Airen Cracken had found a way to rig blaster power packs to explode.