There was no hesitation, no confusion.
Each had already learned the exact plan of the airship.

Each knew precisely where every door led, what each passageway meant; each understood perfectly his own post and what to do there.
Two by two, Legionaries came down the gangplank, bearing limp bodies.
These they laid in a row along the stockade, till seventeen had accumulated.

No more came.
A figure appeared in the sliding doorway, and saluted.
"The last sleeper is out, sir," he reported.
The Master nodded, and gestured to his three companions.

The group of four ascended the sharp tilt of the plank and entered the airship.

As they did so, Legionaries hoisted the plank aboard, with its tackle, and lashed it to the waiting chocks.