Ed was then dragged out of the room, hurried upstairs and downstairs, through passages, up more stairs, and then down a long flight.
Resistance was impossible. A Chinaman had him on either side.
At last the journey ending, the handkerchief was removed, and Ed found himself in a little box of a room where there was a mattress flung down on the floor.
"There!" exclaimed Pow Chow. "Now we have brought you to a place where your friends, the Bradys, will never find you, Eddie. See that bed—it's yours for to-night—better get on it and make yourself as comfortable as you can."
And having said this, Pow Chow withdrew. His companions followed him, and Ed found himself a prisoner behind an iron door, which no power he could have exerted would budge.
And in that secret den Ed Butler stopped all night.
Worse still for the boy's peace of mind, he remained in that hot, stuffy place all the next day.
No one came near him.
At the end of his imprisonment Ed found himself a very uncomfortable boy.
Ravenously hungry, choked with thirst, despairing of ever getting help, he was thoroughly alarmed for his own safety.