The chances are that the pair were inside the secret door when Ed fell, and hearing the noise, looked in upon him, although he did not see them.
A third Chink in American dress, which was not the case with the others, stood in a narrow passage holding a lantern.
Instantly Ed recognized him as Pow Chow, the Chinese mission worker who had run away with Ethel Rawson and caused all the trouble.
"You scoundrel!" cried Ed, who was nothing if not plucky.
He made a dive at the fellow and dealt him a stinging blow in the face.
It was a piece of folly, of course.
That was the time Ed got it good and plenty.
Pow Chow hit him over the head with the lantern.
The two others set upon the boy and gave him a good pounding.
Then having completely subdued him, for Ed saw that he was not in it, they dragged him along the passage through a door, and into one of the secret dens of Pell street, of which there are many, if rumor tells the truth.
It was a square room furnished in Chinese style and lighted by a hanging lamp.
The Chinaman gave Ed a shove and laughed when he landed on his back in a corner.
But Pow Chow did not laugh.
He came forward threateningly.
"You little fool! Whatever brought you to New York?" he demanded. "Looking for Ethel, hey?"
Pow Chow's English was perfect, for he was San Francisco born and his mother was a white woman, so he had always claimed, although he did not look like a half breed.
Ed picked himself up and glared at this man, whom he hated and despised.
"Where's Ethel?" he demanded, feeling that he had to say something.
"Never you mind where she is. What brought you here? Came to find her and to bring her back, I suppose. Well, she won't go."
"I haven't a thing to say to you," retorted Ed. "You let me out of here or Old King Brady will be after you. I want you to understand I am with him."
It was an exceedingly foolish speech.
The two Chinks began to chatter in their own language.
"Do you mean to say your father has set Old King Brady on to me?" demanded Pow Chow.
"Yes, he has. I was with him and his partner when I fell down into that hole. They'll be right after me. You let me go!"
Instead of answering, the man said something to his companions.
Evidently he gave the order to have Ed carried still further into these secret dens.
They immediately set upon the boy and blindfolded him.
Ed was then dragged out of the room, hurried upstairs and downstairs, through passages, up more stairs, and then down a long flight.
Resistance was impossible. A Chinaman had him on either side.
At last the journey ending, the handkerchief was removed, and Ed found himself in a little box of a room where there was a mattress flung down on the floor.
"There!" exclaimed Pow Chow. "Now we have brought you to a place where your friends, the Bradys, will never find you, Eddie. See that bed – it's yours for to-night – better get on it and make yourself as comfortable as you can."
And having said this, Pow Chow withdrew. His companions followed him, and Ed found himself a prisoner behind an iron door, which no power he could have exerted would budge.
And in that secret den Ed Butler stopped all night.
Worse still for the boy's peace of mind, he remained in that hot, stuffy place all the next day.
No one came near him.
At the end of his imprisonment Ed found himself a very uncomfortable boy.
Ravenously hungry, choked with thirst, despairing of ever getting help, he was thoroughly alarmed for his own safety.
He had almost come to the conclusion that Pow Chow meant to let him starve to death there in the secret den.
But no!
Relief came at last.
It did not come with the appearance of Pow Chow, however.
The two Chinamen who had captured him now appeared.
Ed was taken out and again blindfolded, was led by many devious ways to a large, well furnished room, which seemed to be on an upper floor, for he could see roofs out of a window.
There were several Chinamen sitting around smoking.
None of them paid any attention to Ed.
The idea now seemed to be to give the boy a chance to repair damages.
He was shown a sink, where he washed his face and hands.
Meanwhile a big, coarse looking white woman was busy putting food on a table.
A fairly good meal was spread, and Ed was told to eat.
By this time, as may well be imagined, the boy's prejudices had been overcome, and he demolished the food in short order.
Twice he asked about Pow Chow, and once what they intended to do with him, but no attention whatever was paid to his questions.
The meal over, one of the Chinamen offered him a cigar.
Ed had learned to smoke.
The cigar looked good to him, and he lit it, thinking that if he made himself sociable good might come of it.
It was just the reverse.
The cigar was drugged beyond all question.
Ed did not discover this until he had smoked fully half of it.
Then his head began to buzz.
He put the cigar down and staggered to his feet.
The Chinks were all watching him curiously the moment he made a move.
Ed tried to speak, but the words sounded like gibberish even to his own ears.
The room was whirling now.
Ed thought he was whirling with it.
The next he knew he was staggering backward.
He tried to get his balance, but it was impossible.
Falling, he struck the back of his head a blow which knocked him out completely.
When at last the boy came to his senses the scene had changed.
Ed now found himself lying on the bottom of a wagon with a pillow under his head.
He felt miserably sick and nauseated, and his head ached horribly.
The wagon was rattling over rough pavements.
He could see that it was being driven by an Americanized Chinaman; another of the same sort sat with him on the seat.
Slowly the boy began to pull himself together and to take in his situation.
His next discovery was that instead of being in his own clothes he was dressed in Chinese costume.
"Where can they be taking me? Whatever do they mean to do with me?" Ed asked himself.
But these were questions to which he could find no answer, of course.
He ventured to speak at last.
One of the Chinamen then produced a revolver, and looking back, stuck the weapon in Ed's face.
"Lookee here, you boy!" he growled, "keepee belly still; be belly good now or me shootee you dead – see? Dlat light. Me killee you if you makee fluss – see?"
Ed would have been dumb indeed if he had not understood the danger of his position.
He resolved to go slow, and he lay still for the remainder of the drive, which