This lasted but a moment. Then her eyes were on the little Jap girl.
She had dropped to the floor, as if crushed; but there was a dark gleam
of unutterable hate in her eyes. She was looking at the Japanese man,
who, after firing the rifle, had turned and was going through a door
into a rear compartment.

Like a flash, the Jap girl sprang after him. With a cry that died on her
lips, Mazie followed, and as she entered the compartment slamming the
heavy metal door, she threw down the iron clamps which held it.

They were now two to one, but that one was a man. However, there was no
call for effort on her part. Like a tigress the Japanese girl,
Cio-Cio-San, sprang at the man of her own country.

"You traitor!" she gasped. "You have betrayed me, your
fellow-countryman, and murdered my friend!" and she drove her dagger
into his breast to the hilt.

Mazie closed her eyes and sat down dizzily. When she dared look up, she
saw the man sprawled on the floor, and the girl crouching beside him,
like a wild beast beside her kill.

Seeming to feel Mazie's eyes upon her, Cio-Cio-San turned and smiled
strangely, as she said:

"He is dead!"