CHAPTER IX.
ED FALLS INTO NEW HANDS.
It would seem as if the brothers of the Red Door tong were especially addicted to drugging.
Ed got his dose in the boat, as has been told.
When the boy awoke it was not to full consciousness. He felt like one in a dream.
He was lying in the bottom of a boat naked.
An old tarpaulin had been thrown over him, but just then Ed did not realize what it was.
He could feel the motion of the boat as it bobbed about. He could hear the lapping of the waves, but there were no other sounds until at last a steamboat whistle gave a dismal croak.
But each moment served to brighten the boy's brain, until at last he threw off the tarpaulin and sat up.
At first he fancied that he was still in the boat under that pier up in the Bronx.