CHAPTER XVIII

HANADA'S SECRET


Johnny smiled grimly. He was in his old place by the window overlooking
the river. Hanada was seated beside him.

They could hear the many noises that rose from the street below. Now a
patrol wagon came jangling by. Now a squad of policemen emerged from one
alley to plunge down another. A riot call had been sent in and the
streets were alive with patrolmen and detectives all on the trail of
Johnny and his Japanese companion. By this time, too, they must be on
the trail of the Radicals. So far as Johnny knew, the Radicals had not
actually interfered with the enforcement of the law. Now driven to
desperation at the thought of the loss of that treasure which was still
in Johnny's possession, they had stepped over the line. From now on the
police would be after them. Johnny was awakened from these reflections
by the voice of Hanada.

"That man," the Japanese youth was saying, "that Russian, the one we
have followed so far, he is the big one, the head of the Radical
movement, and he is at this moment in conference with all his chosen
leaders. To-morrow, next day, next week, he may strike. And what will
the result be? Who can tell? In the whole world he has millions of
followers who will rise at his call. We must get him, get that man