play the part of a Chukche
boy. She drew maps on the deck to show the seamen that she was a member
of the reindeer Chukche tribes, who spoke a different language from the
hunting tribes, thus explaining why she could not converse freely with
the veteran Arctic sailors who had learned Chukche on their many
voyages. She was fortunate in immediately securing a cook's linen cap.
This she wore tightly drawn down to her ears, covering her hair
completely.

One thing she discovered the first night on board: The Russian had in
his stateroom a bundle. This had been hidden when she searched him on
the ice. To have a look into that bundle became her absorbing purpose.
Three times she attempted to enter his stateroom. On the third attempt
she did actually enter the room, but so narrowly escaped having her
linen mask torn from her head and her identity revealed by the irate
Russian, that she at last gave it up.

Upon docking at Seattle both the Russian and the girl mingled with the
crowd on the dock and quickly disappeared.

The clerks in Roman & Lanford's department store were more than mildly
curious regarding an Eskimo boy, who, entering their store that day and
displaying a large roll of bills, demanded the best in women's wearing
apparel. They had in stock a complete outfit, just the size that would
fit the strange customer, who was no other than the Jap girl.

* * * * *

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. "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?"

"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