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.