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.

Only the day before a placard in the post office had given him a start.
It was an advertisement offering a thousand dollars reward for knowledge
which would lead to the arrest of a certain Russian Radical of much
importance. This man was reported to have made his way through the
Allied front near Vladivostok, and to have started north, apparently
with the intention of crossing to America. To capture him, the placard
declared, would be an act of practical patriotism.

Johnny had stared in wonder at the photograph attached. It was the
likeness of a man much younger than the Russian they had followed so
far, but there could be no mistaking that sharp chin and frowning brow.
They had doubtless followed that very man for hundreds of miles only to
lose him at this critical moment.

What had surprised him most of all had been the Jap's remark, as he read
the notice:

"The blunderer! Wooden-headed blunderer!" Hanada had muttered as he read
the printed words.

"Would you take him if you saw him?" Johnny had asked.