As Kamanako leaped to his feet he found himself blinking at the muzzle
of a revolver that the machinist held in his right hand.




CHAPTER VI

THE LITTLE RUSSIAN HAS HER WAY


"Don't get troublesome," advised the machinist, softly. "I've never shot
a Jap, but I've always wanted to."

There was a flicker of a grin in Williamson's face that found a
reflection in Kamanako's own features.

By this time Jack Benson was on his feet, a bit ruffled though with all
his wits about him. At the same time Hal Hastings peered down from the
top of the staircase.

"You've had all the fun so far, Kamanako," Jack admitted. "But now
you've got to get off this boat mighty quick. Do you choose to go
without any more fuss?"

"I go when I get ready," retorted the Japanese, sullenly.

"What's the matter, Jack?" asked Hal, slowly.