click-click-clack

Updated: May 2, 2025

What plans are laid and who will rise and when?" "Sergeant!" "Sir!" The close-cropped, pipe-clayed non-commissioned officer spurred his horse into a canter until his scabbard clattered at young Bellairs' boot. Nothing but the rattling and the jolting of the guns and ammunition-wagon was audible, except just on ahead of them the click-clack, click-click-clack of the advance-guard.

Talbot Mundy - Told in the East