"You want to go to sleep," declared the Chinaman. "You can do nothing at all now. Lie down in the bottom of the boat and take a snooze." Ed was only too glad to obey. When he awoke it seemed to him as if he must have been sleeping a long time. The boat was tied up to a pier and Tom Quee had vanished. Now, if ever, seemed Ed's chance to escape. Looking around, the place seemed rather familiar, and he soon came to the conclusion that it was the scene of his adventures the night before. "Where in thunder is the Chinaman?" he asked himself. "What ought I to do?" His one idea now was to get away and find the detectives if he could. And yet he could not seem to give up the thought of the pension agent's money either. Ed sat in the boat hesitating. He who hesitates is lost, they say. At all events the boy determined to make another effort to secure the treasure, for he was satisfied that this was, indeed, the same pier. But what had become of Tom Quee? That was the question. It seemed as if he ought to know that first. Unhitching the boat, Ed pulled to the standing ladder. Securing the boat here he climbed upon the pier. The boy, after some further hesitation, descended to the boat again and undressed. At last having located his seventh pile, Ed took a dive and swam towards it. Springing up he dove and swam near to the bottom, where he began his search. It was soon rewarded. The other box was where he had left it but it had taken longer to locate it than he expected, and it was necessary now to ascend to the surface again. The boat was where he had left it and Ed swam to it and climbed in. That he was far from being master of himself even yet was certain. But he knew enough to stick to his purpose and presently he made another dive and went down again. And this time he easily secured the other case. As his head came above the surface of the water Ed saw something which made his heart stand still. Two Chinamen were peering down over the stringpiece. They certainly saw him but they instantly pulled back out of sight. "The same outfit," thought Ed. "They have captured Tom Quee, that's what. Now I am in the soup." He dropped under the water, thankful that he had not allowed the hand which held the case to come into view. Swimming under water to the standing ladder he hastily attached the rope, which still remained fastened to the case, to one of the submerged rungs. Again Ed came to the surface and all breathless from his exertions, climbed into the boat. And now again the boy ventured to look up, but he could see nothing of the two Chinamen. "They are on the job all right though," thought Ed, "and they are watching me now. What on earth shall I do?" It was indeed a problem. Sitting quiet for a few minutes, Ed began to dress. He had no sooner got the undershirt on which Tom Quee had provided for him than the two Chinks appeared at the top of the standing ladder. "Hello, boy!" called one. "You gettee dlat blox?"