He did not bring the one he had detached up, because he wanted time to think.
There seemed but one way out of it.
He must abandon his clothes if he wanted to escape from Pow Chow with the money.
Disagreeable as this prospect seemed, Ed determined to risk it and to swim off as soon as he came to the surface.
But a few minutes' reflection changed that.
"I'll come up under the pier and lie low," he said to himself. "He'll think I'm drowned. Mebbe he'll leave my clothes there and I can get them later. If I swim off he'll carry them away sure."
This seemed better than the first plan.
Ed climbed upon the pier for another dive.
Pow Chow questioned him closely.
"We are going to get it, Eddie!" he exclaimed. "We are going to get it, surest thing. If the money is there all right we will all take the first train for San Francisco. Cut out Albany. Your father is half dead, and you don't care for your mother anyway. Come along with us and I'll make a man of you. What do you say?"