Other people were running from various parts of the Works.

There was no smoke; there was no dust.

There had been no explosion, as Clewe had feared in his first alarm.
When they entered the building, Clewe and Margaret stood aghast.

There were workmen shouting or standing with open mouths; others were running in.

The massive scaffolding, twenty feet in height, on which the shell had been raised so that the steel trough might be run under it, lay in splinters upon the ground.