Evidently something heavy was attached to the other end.
Needless to say it was the corpse of Fen Wix, the informer.
It came down into a sort of niche and stood there leaning against the wall.
Harry shuddered as he looked at it.
"So you have hung the old man?" he gasped.
"As you see," replied Joe Ding. "Is he the man who blabbed to Old King Brady about Pow Chow and this treasure business?"
"Now that he is dead I suppose I may as well admit it. Yes, he is the man."
"I thought so! Then we have made no mistake. Hold on a minute, Brady, till I tell my brothers here."
It looked to Harry as if he should probably have to hold on a good many minutes before he got clear of this outfit if he ever did.
He shuddered as he stood there listening to the gabble of the Chinamen, and wondering what his own fate might be.