I questioned them, but they made no reply.

The men spoke to each other in a language that I could not understand, and had never heard before.
They stood upon no ceremony with me.

It is true I was only a madhouse warder, and they probably did not consider it necessary to do so; but I question very much whether Simon Hart, the engineer, would have received any more courtesy at their hands.
This time, however, no attempt was made to gag me nor to bind either my arms or legs.

I was simply restrained by main force from breaking away from them.
In a moment I was dragged out of the compartment and pushed along a narrow passage.

Next, the steps of a metallic stairway resounded under our feet.