Of those standing before the building, several were destroyed, and all more or less injured.

The walls were thrown down by the concussion, and the roof and its fiery fragments projected into the moat.

An effectual stop was put to the conflagration; and, when Guy Fawkes rose to the boiling and agitated surface of the water, the flames were entirely extinguished.

Hearing groans on the opposite bank of the moat, he forced his way through the blazing beams, which were hissing near him; and snatching up a still burning fragment, hastened in the direction of the sound.

In the blackened and mutilated object that met his gaze, he recognised the pursuivant.