"If it wasn't for that scare we had, I should feel sure that we were going straight to success," growled the Chinaman. "I only wish I could have seen those fellows for myself. I can't imagine who they could have been."
"Mebbe they were the same ones who brought me up here," suggested Ed.
Pow, however, did not think so.
They went down on the pier.
The tide was up and the night dark.
"Now then, what am I to do?" demanded Ed.
"It is like this," said Pow. "The paper written by the pension agent says that he put the money in a water-tight tin case, tied a heavy stone to it, and sunk it alongside the seventh pile from the end of the pier where the water is about fifteen feet deep at high tide. Is it that now, I wonder?"
Ed did not know.
Having been brought up in Albany, tides were a mystery to him.
"I can only try it," he said, "and I may as well go about it now."