e street fight, the short one of the broad shoulders and sharp chin. Johnny was surprised in more ways than one; surprised that the man was here at all; that it could have been h

ht to himself, "this fell

to the task of making his wants known in Chinese, for after a moment'

by customers, the clothing for the Far North. This was too much. Again, he barely checked a gasp. Was the entire population of the city about to move to the polar re

e of taste than with an eye to warmth and service. This fina

msh

malignant cunning which Johnny had not seen there before. It sent chills racing up and down his spine.

, and so faced Johnny. Behind his screen, the "Yank"

, thick envelope. Unwrapping the cord at the top

es were dazzled with th

one, dropped the others

ity of the envelope. There was a red circle in the lower, left hand corner, as if a se

again. The Russian had turned and handed the gem to W

mshaw my,"

gravely, and turne

The look of craftiness, treachery, and greed swept over it again.

ny, for his hand dropped, and he

hand lifted against the sharp-chinned Russian? Had Wo Cheng been actuated by hate, or by greed? Johnny could not but wonder if some of Russia's former noblemen did not rest in

apers, which were of the utmost importance to him, he pinned them in a pocket of his shirt. He next selected

facing Wo Cheng, as he

lders, as if to say it made litt

is roll of United States cu

, "go north, Jap woman? Go

ce took on a mask

ttered. "Allatime

cing in a threatening manner, with

way. "Allatime keep mouth shut my. No ask my.

ions of the two strangers; so, grasping his bundle, Johnny lifte

ck. The fur trousers and the skin boots were in the bundle under his arm. His soldier's uniform he had left with the keeper of the hidden clothes shop. He hardly thought that anyone, save a very personal acquaintance, would recognize him in his new garb, and there was little chance of such a me

t of the United States army add

r of the caboose of the "Reindeer Special" whic

" he y

h to trade,

o answer. Still, he was

fox, white fox, mink, squirrel, e

ack?" The serge

ack and lost it. It was that he had never had a pack. And tr

of course, why I left it; no-hang it! Come to think of it, I

Johnny shivered a little. The man was an old regular, a veteran of many battles not given in histories. Was he one of those who took this motto: "Anything's all right t

ills from his pocket. From the very center he extracted a well worn one dollar bill. Having replaced the roll, he smoothed out the "one spot" and examined it

tok, all by yourself. I don't know how many times you changed hands before you got here, but here you are, and it took you only f

y and stowed it in an inner

eelings she was going to stir up in Johnny's heart by impressing her post office stamp on that bill bef

ck awoke the sergeant, who seemed disposed to

ty dangerous trad

" Johnny

g way back to God'

-hu

ing over here. Lot of 'em 'ud try it ba

uh?" John

the ones they ketch-ketch desertin', I mean-offic

ohnny tried

They're fier

eant's face, but no wink followed. J

ed the sergeant. "We can't go home and

hnny smiled

tough! You'd think a lot of 'em 'ud try goin' north to Alaska, wouldn't you? Three days in God's country's worth three years in Leavenworth

awaiting came; a full, free and frank wink it was. He

le villages, half buried in snow. It glided along between plains of whiteness. It rattled between narrow hills, but Johnny was u