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A stealthy footfall had sounded on the bridge. "Oh! It's you," he whispered a moment later. Hanada grinned as he gripped Johnny's hand. "Thought I might miss you," he whispered. The two were soon engaged in animated conversation. Their talk had to do with Johnny's adventure of the night before and the information regarding the Radicals furnished by Jerry the Rat.
"Regular American girl." She blushed through her brown skin. Then her face took on a serious look: "The Russian " she began. "Yes, the Russian!" exclaimed Johnny eagerly. "He is here no, not here. This morning he takes train for Chicago. To-night we will follow. We will get that man, you and I, and Iyok-ok." Her lips tripped over the last word. "Hanada," Johnny corrected. "He has told you?"
Then, after crossing a street and leaping into a yard filled with junk and scrap iron, they paused. "Let's see," said Hanada. He took Johnny's wrist, and after twisting the iron bracelets and working for a moment with a bit of rusty wire, he unlocked the handcuffs and threw them in the scrap heap. "Clumsy things! Belong there," he grunted. "But," said Johnny slowly, "what's the big idea?
The man went down without a cry. Hanada, too, had not been idle. He slipped the handcuffs from his slender wrists and seizing the club of one of the fallen policemen, aimed a blow at the second man who leaped at Johnny. A moment later, Johnny heard his shrill whisper: "C'mon!" They were away like a flash. Down a dark alley, over a fence, with Johnny's handcuffs jangling, they sped.
At the end of that half hour he put on his hat and went out. He was to meet Hanada on the Wells street bridge. Where the Japanese was staying he did not know, but that it was with some fellow countrymen he did not doubt. Cio-Cio-San was staying with friends, students at the University.
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