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Updated: June 2, 2025
He sent the gleam of his powerful flashlight into the dark depths beneath, but all to no purpose. The man was gone. "Humph!" said Johnny. "Hisch!" breathed Hanada. "Well, all I have to say," observed Johnny presently, "is that if the old Chicago River has that fellow, he'll be cast ashore. The good old Chicago doesn't associate with any such."
We must scatter them to the ends of the earth, put them in prison, banish them. Then the whole affair will be ended forever." Hanada leaned forward. His eyes glowed; his words were sharp with excitement. Johnny listened, breathless. "We must get them all," he continued.
Hanada had not fared so well. The first shot had been aimed at him and had found its mark. He lay all crumpled up, groaning in mortal agony. "Get you?" Johnny whispered. "Yes," the boy groaned, "but you you get that man." There came the tramp of feet on the bridge. The police had heard the shots. The long finger of light from the police boat again felt its way back and forth through the darkness.
Johnny saw the Russian leap from ice cake to ice cake until at last he disappeared behind a giant pile, safe on a broad field of solid ice. Hanada sat down. His face was white. "Gone!" he muttered hoarsely. "A boat?" suggested Johnny. "No good. The ice floe's two miles wide, forty miles long and all piled up. Couldn't find him. He'd never give himself up. But he'll come back." "How?"
"See that old man there?" he asked Hanada, whom he still called Iyok-ok when speaking to him. "Communism isn't so bad for him after all." Hanada squinted at him curiously without speaking. "Of course, you know," said Johnny, "what these people have here is the communal form of government, or the tribal form. Everything belongs to the tribe. They own it in common.
Hanada appeared unduly excited at the news. "It seems," said Johnny, "that there must be a national conference of Radicals meeting somewhere near this river. Perhaps our old friend, the Russian of Vladivostok, is a delegate." Hanada shot him a swift glance, as if to say: "How much do you know about this matter anyway?"
It had been arranged that the three of them should meet at odd times and various places to discuss matters relating to their dangerous mission. In this way they hoped to throw members of the band of Radicals off their tracks. Their conversation that night came to little. Hanada had found no trace of the Russian, nor had he come into contact with any other important Radicals since reaching Chicago.
Johnny sat in silent thought. Hanada was gazing out of the window. Suddenly the Jap exclaimed in surprise: "Did you see that? There it goes again! Lights flashing beneath the water. It's the 'sub' for sure. Couldn't be anything else."
There was a sound outside the door. A servant entered and, bowing deferentially, moved toward the table. He deftly rearranged the chairs and the silver. When he left, there were six places set. Hanada smiled.
It would be quite dangerous, and, beside, she had promised to stay. She did not say the promise had been made to Hanada but Johnny guessed that. Evidently they had thought the Russian might return. She told her American friend that she was afraid that her mission in the far north had met with failure.
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