Mazie's heart was beating wildly. So that was the game? She was to be a
decoy. She knew nothing of Johnny's actions, but knew they were for the
good of his country. How could she ask him to abandon them for her sake?

As her eyes roamed about the room they fell upon the little Jap girl. In
her face Mazie read black rage for the Russian, and a deep compassion
for herself.

"Come," said the Russian; "we are wasting time. Is it not so? You must
write. You should begin now. So, it will be better for all."

For answer, Mazie took the paper in her white, delicate fingers and tore
it across twice. Then she threw it on the floor.

Quickly the man's attitude changed to wild rage.

"So!" he roared. "You will not write? You will not? We shall see!"

He seized her arm and gripped it until the blood rushed from her face,
and she was obliged to bite her lips to suppress a scream.

"So!" he raged. "We shall see what happens to young women like you.
First, we will kill your young friend, Johnny Thompson; then what good
will your refusal have done? After that, we shall see what will happen
to you. We Radicals will win by fair means or foul. What does it matter
what means we take, so long as the point has been won?"

Roughly he pulled her from the chair and flung her from him.

Then the little Japanese girl was dragged to the chair. A Japanese man,