“Rubles!” he said. “Bolshevik bonds and rubles! They were bringing them to Canada and the States. Ah hae an idea they were going to sell them to the Reds in both countries. All ah know to be sure is—there ain’t no rubles left. Ah found them better to burn than the miserable slag called Japanese coal.”
Micky saw a light. He squareset his unshaven chin and pointed south along the coast.
“We’ll walk the beach,” he said, “until we come to a coast guard. No doubt the cutter that chased the Bolsheviki is nosin’ around. We’ll show it where to go.”
Mike thrust his ruble notes back within his shirt.
“Ah’ll keep these!” he declared. “They ain’t worth a ha’penny, but they’re what we can expect to get for wages if the Reds start runnin’ the governments.”
THE END
Transcriber’s Note: This story appeared in the December 3, 1919 issue of Adventure magazine.