was Hanada in pursuit.

With cold perspiration springing out on his forehead, Johnny sat weakly
down. He was being left behind, left behind by his friend, his
classmate, the man who above all men he had thought could be depended
upon. How could he interpret this?

For a time Johnny sat in gloomy silence, trying to form an answer to the
problem; trying also to map out a program of his own.

Suddenly he sprang to his feet. He had remembered that there was some
sort of party down in the village, which he had been invited not to
attend, and he had meant to go. Perhaps it was not too late if he
hurried. He raced down the hill and straight to the igloo he had been
warned against entering. A strapping young buck was standing guard at
the flaps.

"No go," he said as Johnny approached.

"Go," answered Johnny.

"No go," said the native, his voice rising.

"Go," retorted Johnny quietly.

He moved to pass the native. The latter put his hand out, and the next
instant felt himself whirled about and shot spinning down the short
steep slope which led from the igloo entrance. Johnny's good right arm
had done that.