rat-tat-tatted

Updated: June 29, 2025

And you, you I wish I was a man." "I'm very glad, my dear, that you're not." Dick Humphries threw the bight of the sail twine over the point of the needle and drew it clear with a couple of deft turns and a jerk. A snort of the gale dealt the tent a broad-handed slap as it hurtled past, and the sleet rat-tat-tatted with snappy spite against the thin canvas.

Jack London - The God of His Fathers: Tales of the Klondyke