He was a big guy: nearly as big as I was, and tough-looking. I pushed the Sten gun at him and showed him my teeth. His hands went up so fast he took the skin off his knuckles against the low ceiling.
“Open your trap and I’ll rip you in half,” I snarled at him.
He stood motionless, staring at the Sten gun, his jaw hanging loose.
“Turn around,” I said.
He turned and I hit him with the butt of the gun on the back of his head.
As he fell I grabbed hold of his shirt and lowered him gently to the floor.
I was sweating and worried. I had to get him out of sight before anyone else showed up.
Right by me was a door. I took a chance, turned the handle and looked into an empty cabin.
Probably it was his cabin, and he had been going to it.
I caught him up under his arm-pits and dragged him into the cabin, shut and bolted the door.