"North?" asked Johnny.
"North."
"You go?"
"Eh-eh."
"Jap girl go?"
"Eh-eh."
"East Cape? Behring Strait?"
"Mebbe." With a smile, the boy was gone.
"Evidently the Russian is on the move again," Johnny observed to himself. "Wonder what he intends to do about his diamonds? Well, anyway, that proves that the gold mines are not his goal."
As Johnny dug into his pack for a dry pair of deer skin stocks, he discovered that his belongings had been tampered with.