I tell you I was glad! That unaccountable fascination which leads the guilty to hover about the spot where his crime was committed drew me down to the wharf as soon as I was dressed.

Phil Adams, Jack Harris, and others of the conspirators were already there, examining with a mingled feeling of curiosity and apprehension the havoc accomplished by the battery.
The fence was badly shattered and the ground ploughed up for several yards round the place where the guns formerly lay--formerly lay, for now they were scattered every which way.

There was scarcely a gun that hadn't burst.

Here was one ripped open from muzzle to breech, and there was another with its mouth blown into the shape of a trumpet.

Three of the guns had disappeared bodily, but on looking over the edge of the wharf we saw them standing on end in the tide-mud.