CHAPTER XI

A FACE IN THE NIGHT


When Johnny left the igloo of the native girl he made his way directly
up the hill for a distance of a hundred yards. Then, turning, he took
three steps to the right and found himself facing the entrance to a
second stone igloo. That it was an old one and somewhat out of repair
was testified to by the fact that light came streaming through many a
crevice between the stones.

Keeping well away from the entrance, Johnny took his place near one of
these crevices. What he saw as he peered within would have made John
Barleycorn turn green with envy. A moonshine still was in full
operation. Beneath a great sheet iron vat a slow fire of driftwood
burned. Extending from the vat was the barrel of a discarded rifle. This
rifle barrel passed through a keg of ice. Beneath the outer end of the
rifle barrel was a large copper-hooped keg which was nearly full of some
transparent liquid. The liquid was still slowly dripping from the end of
the rifle barrel.

That the liquid was at least seventy-five per cent alcohol Johnny knew
right well. That it would soon cease to drip, he also knew; the fire was
burning low and no more driftwood was to be seen.