ls left by ocean liners and gunboats toward a deserted water-front where half-dismantled warships

ver a swaying post when two men

your

poke. The man with him was t

ful faces would warrant. They were either very weary or very heavily burdened. No burdens were visible, though something might be concealed beneath their greatcoats. Ther

y stopped and fumbled in his pocket. At the sam

" he grumbled. "I miss the

re

de him drop us

always had a reason, and a good one.

been part of my bodyguard so long, I confess I do

his pocket and drew forth t

ote 'em all down. Mighty l

d them

n you com

ned)

produce.

ned)

nger. Come

ned)

us after we'd been operating two months, the second a month later, and the third a month after that. What does he

y address," comm

o the Red Cross headquarters, wh

out from the narrow street onto a broader one, which

ver that might be, the agent sent from Chicago to superintend the distribution of supplies for the refugee orphans, might have been compelled to leave Russia before this. That the Russians, disturbed by a thousand suspicions and fears, would not tolerate a stranger wh

rs of tireless pulling away from the giant cakes had they found a passage. The journey could have been made by reindeer in the same length of time. As he thought of that, his heart skipped a beat. What if the little yellow men who

ng the slippery streets. He cast a glance to the right and lef

red. "Watch the a

a purpose. So daring was this purpose that had he taken time to think it through to its end, he might never have attempted it. But Pant though

st be stated by te

g. Already the snow-fog it raised had turned the moon into a misty ball. Through it the gleaming

ans in camp for many hours, and would most certainly make an effe

he windows. Either the place was being looted by natives, or the yellow men had taken refuge there. The presence of a h

way into Mine No. 1. All was dark, damp and silent. The very ghost of his dead comrade seemed to lurk there still. Who was it that had killed Frank La

with great difficulty he dragged it to the entrance of the mine. Once here his task was easier, for the machine was on runners and slid readily over the hard-crusted snow. With a look this way, then that, he plunged into the rising storm. Pushing t

ips. On a small dog-sled he brought first a little gasoline engine and electric generator, next eight square batteries, then some supplies of food, a tank

them into the entrance of the mine. Soon, save for a narrow gap we

imself, then y

t this machinery singin', we'll see what Mine No. 3 has saved up for us.

sleeping-bag and was soon

batteries in series, then to connect the ends of two wires to the poles of the se

screwed in a small bulb. The filament i

this, the light shone brightly, dispelling the gloom of th

nto a coil, connected it to the battery circuit, w

g a cup of hot coff

ed good-naturedly to himself. "Electricity

oline generator to give it a "kick-off," he heard the pop of the engine with evident satisfaction. He next connected all his batteries in series and, ha

rous, too. Storm's going down. Bolsheviki coming in. Natives

s outstretched, like Jack London's man of the wild, he

h the snow-wall, which under the drive of the storm had grown to a surprising

As he dodged into the store sheds, he fancied tha

nging them up the hill. He had just arranged this contrivance and was about to turn toward the door, when a sudden darkening of the patch of moonl

e question: "Bolsheviki,

he sausage balloon, with Dave Tower, Jarvis and

alize this until the intense cold of the upper air bega

stomach and stared down throu

jaculated, "we're a mil

t half open. A blast of air so cold that it see

is threw himself

es to think 'ow stiff you'd freeze

nd the excitement. The str

g to the gas

er started we'll

about with stiffening fingers,

'er. These bloomin' 'eathen;

ies lined against the wall and, having dragged one of these loose fr

here came a b

w if we can only hook them up with the heating sys

r the connecting wires of the heating system,

exclaimed suddenly.

warmth came gently st

Jarvis, "'alf's a plenty. There's no telli

tention was attracted by the stran

back to consciousness. If he hasn't suffered a concussion of the brain, he'll live yet

vis eagerly. "'Oo ki

they unbuttoned his shirt and began chafing his hands, arms and c

man whispered, as

red Dave quickly. "Drink

n's lips. He drank it slowly. Then, turning an

he was lost in a

down at the panorama of purple shad

Beautiful prospects for all of us, Mr. Jarvis. Going right on into a land that does not belong to

g day dreams of other adventures he h

hook himself

es. No

as bad as that," smiled Dav

s," murmur