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.