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Updated: June 2, 2025
Johnny Thompson and Hanada, after two weeks of fruitless watching and waiting in Nome, took a steamer for Seattle. Johnny had not been in that city a day when, while walking toward the Washington Hotel, he felt a light touch on his arm, and turned to look into the beaming face of the Jap girl. "You you here?" he gasped in amazement. "Yes." "Why! You look grand," he assured her.
Johnny and Hanada had rushed from the room and had been standing there straining their eyes for a trace of that strange light beneath the water, when the first shot rang out. But the Russian had not counted on the extraordinary speed with which Johnny could drop to earth. Before the second shot could be fired, Johnny was flat on the surface of the bridge, quite out of range.
Then there came the ringing report of a shot from the distance. "Da bolice!" came in a guttural mutter. The reason Hanada would not meet Johnny on this particular night was that he had a pressing engagement with other persons. Just at seven o'clock he might have been seen emerging from an obscure street.
A heavy step sounded on the pavement around the corner. The next instant a man appeared walking toward them. His face was obscured by shadows, but there was no mistaking that stride. "That's our man," whispered Johnny. "The Russian?" questioned Hanada in equally guarded tones. There was not time for another word, for the man, having quickened his pace was abreast of them, past them and gone.
Johnny went on, "I've seen you in a lot of glad rags but this tops them all. Looks like you'd just come from your own kitchenette." Mazie bit her lip to hide her confusion. Then blushing, she said: "Johnny, I'm hungry. When do we eat?" "I know a nice place right round the corner. C'mon. Where's Cio-Cio-San?" "Gone to the Emergency hospital." "Hanada," Johnny exclaimed. "I must find out about him."
They'll get us again, and running away will only get us in bad. They'll think those Radicals were in cahoots with us." "I think not," said Hanada. "We left them one or two of the Radicals for samples. But that doesn't much matter now. They will get me, yes. And they will not let me go either, not even under bond. But you, you have done nothing. They will let you go. My testimony will set you free.
Perhaps he should have done so, and yet he felt a strange reticence in the matter. He was to meet Hanada at eight o'clock. Hanada had never told him why they were pursuing the Russian; why he could not be killed in Siberia; why he must not be killed or arrested if seen now, until he, Hanada, said the word.
The man may be one of the Radicals, and he may be using the supposed treasure as a decoy. At the same time, if she handles the affair discreetly enough, she may be able to assist you in locating the Russian and his band, which, I take it, is your chief end and aim in life just now." Hanada sent him another penetrating glance. "You have guessed that much," he admitted.
It was not Johnny's fault that he ran away either. They had been following the orders of the police to the letter, he and Hanada. They had gone across the bridge with them, had meekly submitted to being handcuffed, had been waiting for the patrol-wagon, when things happened.
"I have seen such lights before," said Johnny, striving hard to maintain a sane judgment in this time of great crisis, "but I attributed it to phosphorus on the water." "Couldn't be!" declared Hanada. "Couldn't make a flicker and flash like that. I tell you, it's a submarine, and the home of the Radicals. That's why we couldn't find them.
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