He wished now that he had played fair with Pow Chow, as well he might.
By this time they were well out on the Sound.
The two Chinks talked incessantly, but of course Ed could make nothing of what they were saying.
In spite of their distance from shore, Ed would have taken to the water but for the revolver which the Chinaman never moved.
At last the other shipped his oars, and producing a rope, proceeded to tie Ed's hands behind him, tumbling the boy about as roughly as if he had been a wooden block.
This done, he picked up the case, and with a small hammer and a little cold chisel proceeded to attack it.
Ed watched him curiously.
At last the lid was pried off and the critical moment came.
As the Chinaman looked into the case he threw it down in disgust.
More hinging and hanging—the same old Chinese gabble so tiresome to a white man's ears.