The flames sank down into a mere mass of burnt-out ashes; and once more all was silence and blackest night.
Suddenly I felt myself seized by the arm.

Turner drew me toward the "Terror." Resistance would have been useless.

And moreover what could be worse than to be abandoned without resources in this prison whose walls I could not climb! As soon as I set foot on the deck, Turner also embarked.

His companion went forward to the look-out; Turner climbed down into the engine-room, lighted by electric bulbs, from which not a gleam escaped outside.
Robur himself was at the helm, the regulator within reach of his hand, so that he could control both our speed and our direction.

As to me, I was forced to descend into my cabin, and the hatchway was fastened above me.