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Can't we do what we please with our own road?" "It won't be your road after tonight!" Black insisted, grinding his teeth in his rage. "Fortunately, we have other ways of stopping that train from getting through. You'll soon know it, too." Black called to the tramp operator. "My man, call up the box relay fellow below here." The sounder clicked busily for some moments.
It was Zita, returning, evidently, from some evening entertainment. He lifted his hat and stood aside to let her pass, then went out into the dark lane leading from the house to the Poggio Imperiale. Presently the gate clicked and rapid footsteps came down the lane. "Wait a minute!" she said.
If I go, I shall hate you just the same." Hampton's teeth clicked like those of an angry dog. "Hate and be damned," he exclaimed roughly. "All I care about now is to drag you out of here alive." His unaffected sincerity impressed her more than any amount of pleading.
When the door of the trap had clicked behind him, he had naturally been startled. His fright, however, was due not so much to his surroundings he was used to close quarters as to the forcible restriction of his tail. Still, the cheese was within easy reach, and he had determined to enjoy it. Indeed, he ate his full. Now, cheese on an empty mouse stomach acts as an intoxicant.
Frantic thousands are swamping boats of all sizes in their craze to get away. Dozens of overloaded vessels have capsized and the surface of the river is alive with doomed people, fighting the water and one another...." Jeter clicked up the receiver on the horror, knowing there was nothing he could do.
Had I a free hand, had I not been so hampered, we might have known all the best county families, even theduke." The latch of the gate clicked, and Mr. Brookes and his family appeared. Maggie and Sally walked on the right and left of their father; Grace came on behind with Berkins, and it seemed to Willy that the city magnate bore himself with something even more than his usual dignity.
"Nothing!" she managed to utter, in a voice that stemmed the flood for only a second. "Norma," Chris said, simply, "I am coming out. Meet me downstairs in ten minutes. I want to see you!" Both telephones clicked, and Norma found herself sitting blankly in the sudden silence of the room, her brain filled with a confusion of shamed and doubting and fearful thoughts, and her heart flooded with joy.
The worst seemed to be over at least for the present, and, learning that the two ladies were quieted, Tom started up the hill to his wireless station. Mr. Damon and Mr. Fenwick went with him, to aid in starting the motor and dynamo. Then, after the message had been clicked out as usual Tom would begin his weary waiting.
The captain took a key from his pocket and unlocked it. The two men entered. They found themselves in a large room, occupied by twenty or twenty- five elegantly clothed ladies. Racing charts hung against the walls, a ticker clicked in one corner; with a telephone receiver to his ear a man was calling out the various positions of the horses in a very exciting race.
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