Out came the revolver again.
It looked as if the Chink meant what he said.
We must confess that Ed might have held out a little longer.
He gave right up, however, and admitted that there was another box.
"Me knew it!" cried the Chinaman triumphantly. "Yair, dlat it. Him puttee plaper one box, money in noder box. Yair! Bad job you no blingee two blox up out of water. Yair."
Ed was not so sure.
He felt, however, that by holding out the possibility of recovering the other case he had saved his life.
Perhaps it was so.
The other Chink now picked up his oars and pulled steadily on.
The two talked and talked.