He dismissed the subject from his mind for the time and gave his whole
attention to the Russian. But that gentleman, after evincing his
exceeding displeasure by kicking his sleeping bag about the room for a
time, at last removed his outer garments, crept into the bag and went to
sleep.

One other visit Johnny made that night. As the result of it he did not
sleep for three hours after he had let down the deer skin curtain to his
sleeping compartment.

"Hanada! Hanada?" he kept repeating to himself. "Of all the Japs in all
the world! To meet him here! And not to have known him. It's
preposterous."

Johnny had gone to the igloo now occupied by Iyok-ok. He had gone, not
to spy on his friend, but to talk to him about recent developments and
to ascertain, if possible, when they would cross the Strait. He had got
as far as the tent flaps, had peered within for a few moments and had
come away again walking as a man in his dream.

What he had seen was apparently not so startling either. It was no more
than the boy with his parka off. But that was quite enough. Iyok-ok was
dressed in a suit of purple pajamas and was turned half about in such a
manner that Johnny had seen his right shoulder. On it was a
three-cornered, jagged scar.

This scar had told the story. The boy was not an Eskimo but a Jap
masquerading as an Eskimo. Furthermore, and this is the part which gave
Johnny the start, this Jap was none other than Hanada, his schoolmate of