At length he of the revolver turned to Ed again.
"Boy, you bully good swim," he said. "Me see you go down one, two, tlee time. Yair."
"I can swim all right," growled Ed.
"Yair. Dlat so. You swimee for me moller night?"
"I suppose I shall have to if you wish me."
"Yair. Me makee. Pow Chow him dlead. Me good flend you now allee light. You gettee box moller. Me givee you whole lot money—see?"
Ed made no answer, not knowing what to say.
Whether this angered the Chinaman or whether he intended to do it anyway, he suddenly pounced upon Ed and caught him by the throat.
Holding him so with one hand, with the other he produced a little vial, drew the cork with his teeth and forced Ed to swallow a portion of the contents of the bottle.
Probably it was knockout drops.