Here we are." Scaling the walls, the two involuntarily stood for an instant gazing upon the scene.

The gray light of the dawn showed the crowded houses and thronged ships with a haggard distinctness.
"Spike and hammer, lad;--so,--now follow me along, as I go, and give me a spike for every cannon.

I'll tongue-tie the thunderers.

Speak no more!" and he spiked the first gun.

"Be a mute," and he spiked the second.