"Gee, but it's close in here!" Jimmie declared, in a moment. "Seems like a hop joint in Pell street."
"There is opium in the air," the officer said. "See if you can find a window."
Jimmie found a window opening on a large court and lifted the lower sash. Then he called to Ned.
"I don't like the looks of this," he said. "If they should try to hold us here, what?"
"They won't do that."
"Oh, they won't tie us up, I guess," said the little fellow, "but they may delay our departure."
"Go on," smiled Ned.
"An' communicate with the ginks that have been chasing us ever since we left the submarine," concluded the boy.
"In time, Jimmie," Ned answered, "you may even get into the thinking row. I have been wondering ever since we came in here if we were not with enemies instead of friends."
"I can soon find out," declared Jimmie.