He struggled partially upright, protesting against being left in that helpless condition, but the red-moustached man only laughed, shutting the door tightly, and locking it.

The single port hole was covered by heavy drapery, the stateroom in total darkness.

Through the door panels he could hear a voice speaking.
"He's better off that way until we get out of here.

You stay here, Mary, till I can attend to him myself.

Those fellows ought to have that engine fixed by this time.