"Never mind whether you do or not. Will you help me get that money, Ed? That's the point." Ed had been doing a lot of thinking. If he refused he could see nothing ahead for himself but trouble. There was nothing to hope from Ethel. He believed Pow Chow bad enough to kill him, and he was not at all sure that Ethel would not urge him on. On the other hand, he was sure the Chinaman could not swim, and he felt that if he could once get the money there was nothing to hinder him from swimming away with it. The boy's reasoning, right or wrong, brought him around to the determination to make the attempt. That Pow Chow had any intention of giving up one dollar in his clutches Ed did not for an instant believe. "All right," he said. "I'll go you, Pow. I only hope you mean to play fair with me." Pow assured him in the most solemn manner that he meant nothing else. He seemed greatly pleased at Ed's ready assent. Ethel was called and told. She had recovered her good humor by this time and she made herself very agreeable. A supper was spread and they all sat down to it. Pow Chow was very curious to know how Mr. Butler ever came to take up with the Bradys. Ed could not answer this, however. He had been told nothing about the Bradys till his father, being taken sick, ordered him to go to New York and meet them. Inwardly he was wondering what his father's real intentions were. As for his mother, Ed knew her too well to imagine for a moment that Uncle Sam would ever have seen any of the stolen money if she could get her hands on it. It is a sad thing for a boy to have no confidence in his mother, but such was Ed Butler's case. Ed now asked to see the paper, which his father had drawn up, but the wily Chinaman refused to exhibit it. "I've been over the ground. I'll point out the place. That will be all you need," he said. "And when do we go?" asked Ed. "We will make it midnight," replied Pow Chow. "Hark!" whispered Ethel suddenly. "It seems to me that I hear someone outside the window." Pow, with a muttered exclamation, started to rise. "Sit down, clumsy," breathed Ethel. "Let me see." She slipped out into the hall and opened the back door suddenly. Instantly the sound of skurrying feet was heard. "Pow! Eddie! Quick!" cried the girl. They were right behind her, but too late to see any one. There was no fence around the yard. Beyond was a vacant lot overgrown with bushes. "Two Chinks!" cried Ethel. "I saw them dive in among the bushes there." Pow was furious. Drawing his revolver, he ran out, but Ethel called him back, and he came. "You have been talking, sir!" she cried. "That's what it means. You have been shooting off your mouth to your Chinese friends about this business. That's what, and it is a shame now that we have got Eddie to help us, and everything is so nicely arranged!" Pow swore he had not, but Ed did not believe him.