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."