It was now night and Ed was almost tired out.
The Chinaman tried to hire a boat but no one he could find would rent him one.
Tom Quee was a persistent fellow, however.
"If we can't hire a boat we must steal one," he said, as they came to a pier. "Let's go down here and see what we can find."
They explored and found that there were three boats fastened to this pier.
Watching his chance Tom Quee slipped down into one of them and Ed followed.
It was now almost nine o'clock in the evening.
The night was singularly hot and oppressive.
The effects of the drug were still on the boy.
He hardly realized it then, but later he understood why he was so indifferent to all that was passing.