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He had lost sight of him immediately, and had not discovered him again. Whether the Russian had left town before the native band did, Johnny could not tell. But, if he had moved on, where did he go? The other shock was similar in character. The woman who had bought furs for the North had also been in Khabarask.
The sergeant half grinned. Johnny sat up and stared. No, it was not that he had had a pack and lost it. It was that he had never had a pack. And traders carried packs. Why to be sure; things to trade for furs. "Pack?" he said confusedly. "Ah-er, yes. Why, yes, my pack, of course, why I left it; no hang it! Come to think of it, I'm getting that at the end of this line, Khabarask, you know."
Here he had remained for three days, half in hiding, until the "Reindeer Special" had completed its loading and had started on its southern journey to the waiting doughboys. During those three days he had made two startling discoveries; the short Russian of the broad shoulders and sharp chin, he of the envelope of diamonds, was in Khabarask.
There were no Japanese men at Khabarask, five hundred miles north, let alone Japanese women; Johnny knew that. But the door had closed. The American looked at his watch. It was one o'clock. The train went at four. He must hurry. He was about to move out from among the furs, when again there came a rap, this time loud and insistent, as if coming from one who was accustomed to be obeyed.
These thoughts sped through Johnny's mind. Scarcely breathing, he waited for other signs of life abroad at that hour of night a night sixteen hours long. He heard nothing. Finally, his mind took up again the endless chain of thought. He had arrived safely at Khabarask, the terminus of the Russian line.
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