to watch that place and discover, if possible, some additional clues to
the purpose of the Russian.

Skulking from igloo to igloo, Johnny came at last to the one he sought.
Making his way to the back of it, he studied it carefully. There were
no windows and but one entrance. There was an opening at the top but to
climb up there was to be detected. He crept round to the other corner.
There a glad sigh escaped his lips. A spot of light shone through the
semi-transparent outer covering of walrus skin. That meant that there
was a hole in the inner lining of deer skin. He had only to cut a hole
through the walrus skin to get a clear view of the interior. This he did
quickly and silently.

He swung his arm in disgust as he peered inside. Only an old Chukche
woman sat in the corner, chewing and sewing at a skin boot sole.

Johnny hesitated. Had he mistaken the igloo? Had the Russian purposely
misled him? He was beginning to think so, when his eye caught the end of
a sleeping bag protruding from a pile of deer skins. This he instantly
recognized as belonging to the Russian.

"Evidently our friend is out. Then I'll wait," he whispered to himself.

He had been there but a few moments, when the native woman, putting away
her work, went out. She had scarcely disappeared through the flap than
a dark brown streak shot into the room. As Johnny watched it, he
realized that it was a small woman, and, though her clothing was
unfamiliar, he knew by certain quick and peculiar movements that this
was the Jap girl.