the Russian might return. She told her American friend that she was
afraid that her mission in the far north had met with failure. She
would not tell what that mission was, but admitted this much: she had
once been very rich, or her family had. Her father had been a merchant
living in one of the inland cities of Russia. The war had come and then
the revolution. The revolutionists had taken all that her father owned.
He had died from worry and exposure, and she had been left alone. Her
occupation at present was, well, just what he saw. She shrugged her
shoulders and said no more.

Johnny with his natural generosity tried to press his roll of American
money upon her. She refused to accept it, but gave him a rare smile. She
had money enough for her immediate need and a diamond or two. Perhaps
when the Strait opened up she would come by gasoline schooner to
America.

Her mention of diamonds made Johnny jump. He instantly thought of the
diamonds in his pocket. Could it be that her father had converted his
wealth into diamonds and then had been robbed by the Radical
revolutionist? He was on the point of showing the diamonds to her when
discretion won the upper hand. He thought once more of the cruel
revenges meted out by these Radicals. Should he give the diamonds to one
to whom they did not belong, the penalty would be swift and sure.

Johnny did, however, press into her hand a card with his name and a
certain address in Chicago written upon it and he did urge her to come
there should she visit America.

He had hardly left the igloo when a startling question came to his mind.
Why had the Russian gone away without further attempt to recover the