Ed now found himself lying on the bottom of a wagon with a pillow under his head.
He felt miserably sick and nauseated, and his head ached horribly.
The wagon was rattling over rough pavements.
He could see that it was being driven by an Americanized Chinaman; another of the same sort sat with him on the seat.
Slowly the boy began to pull himself together and to take in his situation.
His next discovery was that instead of being in his own clothes he was dressed in Chinese costume.
"Where can they be taking me? Whatever do they mean to do with me?" Ed asked himself.
But these were questions to which he could find no answer, of course.
He ventured to speak at last.
One of the Chinamen then produced a revolver, and looking back, stuck the weapon in Ed's face.