"I don't believe it."
"Never mind whether you do or not. Will you help me get that money, Ed? That's the point."
Ed had been doing a lot of thinking.
If he refused he could see nothing ahead for himself but trouble.
There was nothing to hope from Ethel.
He believed Pow Chow bad enough to kill him, and he was not at all sure that Ethel would not urge him on.
On the other hand, he was sure the Chinaman could not swim, and he felt that if he could once get the money there was nothing to hinder him from swimming away with it.
The boy's reasoning, right or wrong, brought him around to the determination to make the attempt.
That Pow Chow had any intention of giving up one dollar in his clutches Ed did not for an instant believe.
"All right," he said. "I'll go you, Pow. I only hope you mean to play fair with me."