On two of the cots, men were lying.
Beyond, Captain Alden--still fully dressed--was sitting on a white metal chair.

The captain's face was still concealed by the celluloid mask, but a profound pallor was visible on the lower portion of his right cheek and along his left jaw.

The set of that jaw showed an invincible obstinacy that bespoke rebellion.
Dr.Lombardo, a dark-skinned Florentine, who had been talking with Captain Alden, turned at the Master's entrance into the sick-bay.
Already Lombardo had put on a white linen jacket.

Though he had not yet had time to change his trousers, he nevertheless presented a semi-professional air as he advanced to meet the newcomers.
"I'm glad you're here, sir," said he to the Master.

"There's trouble enough, already." "Stowaway ?" The Master advanced to the nearer cot.
"Yes, sir.