"Yes."
"Why! You look grand," he assured her. "Regular American girl."
She blushed through her brown skin. Then her face took on a serious look:
"The Russian—" she began.
"Yes, the Russian!" exclaimed Johnny eagerly.
"He is here—no, not here. This morning he takes train for Chicago. To-night we will follow. We will get that man, you and I, and—Iyok-ok." Her lips tripped over the last word.
"Hanada," Johnny corrected.
"He has told you?"
"Yes, he is an old friend."
"And mine too. Good! To-night we will go. We will get that man. Three of us. That bad one!"