He could not cry out at first on account of the hand.
The next instant the nippers had him—he could not even turn.
He was dragged backward and knew that he was going through a secret panel near the chimney breast.
Two Chinamen had him captured.
Behind the panel was a shallow space, but it was wide enough for them to stand three abreast.
This trap had been most cleverly constructed.
One of the Chinks pulled a handle and the floor began to descend.
Half strangled, Harry almost lost consciousness, and his head fell forward.
Evidently his tormentors did not intend to go but just so far for immediately the pressure was relaxed.
For a moment things seemed dim and misty.