Ah ha! Now, perhaps, he should learn some things. Perhaps after all
these three were in league; perhaps they were all Radicals with a common
purpose, the destruction of all organized society; Japanese Radicals are
not at all uncommon.

But what was this the Jap girl was doing? She had overturned the pile of
deer skins and was attempting to reach to the bottom of the Russian's
sleeping bag. Failing in this, she gave it a number of punches. With a
keen glance toward the entrance she at last darted head foremost into
the bag, much as a mouse would have gone into a boot.

She came out almost at once. Her hands were empty. Evidently the thing
she sought was not there. Next she attacked a bundle, which Johnny
recognized as part of the Russian's equipment. She had examined this and
was about to put it in shape again when there came the faint shuffle of
feet at the entrance. With one wild look about her, she darted to the
pile of deer skins and disappeared beneath it.

She was not a moment too soon, for instantly the sharp chin and the
sullen brow of the Russian appeared at the entrance.

When he saw the bundle in disorder, he sprang to the center of the room.
His hand on his belt, he stared about the place for a second, then much
as a cat springs at a tuft of grass where a mole is concealed, he sprang
at the pile of deer skins.

Johnny's lips parted, but he uttered not a sound. His hand gripped the
blue automatic. If the Russian found her, there would be no more
Russian, that was all.