I think it made a clicking sound.
I am sure it did not ring; but in any event it called attention to itself.

The other man clapped his ear to the receiver and took heed to the word that came up the dangling wire, and snapped back an answer.
"I think we should return at once," he said to me over his shoulder.
"Are you sufficiently wearied ?" I was not sufficiently wearied--I wasn't wearied at all--but he was the captain of the ship and I was not even paying for my passage.
The car jerked beneath our unsteady feet and heeled over, and I had the sensation of being in an elevator that has started downward suddenly, and at an angle to boot.

The balloon resisted the pressure from below.
It curled up its tail like a fat bumblebee trying to sting itself, and the guy ropes, to which I held with both hands, snapped in imitation of the rigging of a sailboat in a fair breeze.

Plainly the balloon wished to remain where it was or go farther; but the pull of the cable was steady and hard, and the world began to rise up to meet us.

Nearing the earth it struck me that we were making a remarkably speedy return.