clackle

Updated: June 5, 2025

Ba'tiste nudged him. "You will walk slowly, as though going into the station to loaf. Ba'tiste will come behind and keep watch." Barry obeyed. A moment more and he was within the converted box car, to find it deserted and silent, except for the constant clackle of the telegraph key, rattling off the business of a mountain railroad system, like some garrulous old woman, to any one who would listen.

Courtney Ryley Cooper - The White Desert