Morton and I were among those who hurried over the vacant ground to a little ridge that marked the edge of the open country.

From this vantage point we heard several rustlers yell in warning, then they fled for their lives.
It developed that they might have spared themselves such headlong flight.

The explosion appeared to be long in coming.

At length we saw the lifting of the roof in a cloud of red dust, and then heard an exceedingly heavy but low detonation.

When the pall of dust drifted away all that was left of Steele's jail was a part of the stone walls.