As the blow fell the wiry Frenchman clicked
his heels together, and throwing down his foil, he stood erect and rigid as a marble statue before his master.
Suddenly the gate-latch clicked
and John Douglas strode into the garden.
Someone moved from the window, and a minute or two later there was the sound of the passage door as it came unstuck, then the latch of the outside door clicked
and a tall white-bearded peasant, with a sheepskin coat thrown over his white holiday shirt, pushed his way out holding the door firmly against the wind, followed by a lad in a red shirt and high leather boots.
His face was ghastly blue, his teeth clicked
and chattered, and the violent sunshine through which he walked could not warm him.
He saw cowboys at the bar, drinking fierce whiskey, the air filled with obscenity and ribald language, and he saw himself with them drinking and cursing with the wildest, or sitting at table with them, under smoking kerosene lamps, while the chips clicked
and clattered and the cards were dealt around.
He drew his moulinet from his girdle, and fixing it to the windlass, he drew back the powerful double cord until it had clicked
into the catch.
Three hundred letters, clicked
out on the busy typewriters