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Updated: June 2, 2025
The spring thaw had been followed by an off-shore wind which was carrying the loosened ice away. Johnny's interest was evenly divided between this rare spectacle and the recollection of the events that had recently transpired. "Look!" said Hanada. "I believe the ice will carry the farther end of the cable tramway out to sea." Johnny looked. It did seem that what the boy said was true.
"Yes, he is an old friend." "And mine too. Good! To-night we will go. We will get that man. Three of us. That bad one!" "All right," said Johnny. "See you at the depot to-night." "Wait," said the girl. Her hand still on his arm, she stood on her tiptoe and whispered in his ear: "My name Cio-Cio-San; your friend, Hanada friend. Good-by." Then she was gone. Johnny walked to his hotel as in a dream.
He was not, in any circumstances, to have him arrested or killed without first consulting Hanada. "What rot!" Johnny got up and paced the floor. Then, suddenly realizing that there was no longer cause for secrecy as to his whereabouts, he threw on the light and swung a punching bag down from the wall.
Furthermore, and this is the part which gave Johnny the start, this Jap was none other than Hanada, his schoolmate of other days; a boy to whom he owed much, perhaps his very life. "Hanada!" he repeated again, as he turned beneath the furs. How well he remembered that fight.
A dark line of water had opened between the two towers. Evidently the harbor committee would have some work on its hands. "They're running down there," said Johnny, pointing to three men racing as if for their lives toward the shore tower. "Wonder what they think they can do?" "Looks like the two behind were chasing the fellow in the lead," said Hanada. "They are!" exclaimed Johnny.
Hanada frowned as he counted them. "It seems," he murmured, "that the man who attends to the serving does not know that Hanada dines with the Big Five to-night. Ah well! There is time enough and room enough. We shall dine together; never fear." He stepped back in the shadow of the heavy curtains and waited expectantly. "The Big Five," he murmured.
Closely followed by Hanada, he leaped away toward the hotel where, in a room especially prepared for it, was a huge brass telescope mounted on a tripod. Johnny, glancing out to sea, knew that the tower would be over in another thirty seconds. The platform was not twenty feet from its goal. His eye was now at the telescope. One second and he swung the instrument about.
Would he be followed? Even as he asked himself the question, he fancied that a dark form moved stealthily across the street. "Well, anyway," he said to himself, "I can't desert my Jap friends. Besides, I don't want to." "Chicago," said Hanada some time later, as Johnny related his conversation with Cio-Cio-San. "That means the end is near." The end was not so near as he thought.
Two things would seem to indicate that that mysterious fugitive was in town; three times Johnny had found himself being closely watched by certain rough-looking Russian laborers, and once he had narrowly averted being attacked in a dark street at night by a gang of the same general character. Hanada had not yet chosen to reveal his identity, and Johnny had not questioned him.
"My room; the police do not know about it. We might be able to hide there for hours. We can reach it by the next bridge and by alleys and roofs. C'mon!" Johnny smiled grimly. He was in his old place by the window overlooking the river. Hanada was seated beside him. They could hear the many noises that rose from the street below. Now a patrol wagon came jangling by.
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