"Yes, and worse, many times worse. I tell you, we must get that man!
When the time comes, we must get him, or it will be worse for your
country and mine."

"Ours is the same country," suggested Johnny.

"Huh!" Hanada shrugged his shoulders. "I am Hanada, your old schoolmate,
now a member of the Japanese Secret Police, and you are Johnny Thompson.
Whatever else you are, I don't know. The Russian has left us for a time.
Let's talk about those old school days, and forget."

And they did.




CHAPTER XIII

BACK TO OLD CHICAGO


In the spring all the ice from upper Behring Sea passes through Behring
Strait. One by one, like squadrons of great ships, floes from the shores
of Cape York, Cape Nome and the Yukon flats drift majestically through
that narrow channel to the broad Arctic Ocean.

So it happened that in due time the ice floe on which the Russian had
sought refuge drifted past the Diomede Islands and farther out, well
into the Arctic Ocean, met the floe on which the Jap girl had been lost
as it circled to the east.