Fists often pounded on the bar, causing the glasses to clink.
Surely the clink of the iron shoe of a horse on a stone in the road!
He heard them even before he had left his bunk—the clink, creak, creak!
We find him living on the Bankside and in the Liberty of the Clink at least as early as 1577.
The fact that he was for a time "committed to the Clink" failed to deter him.