nny. Johnny looked about. Straight on before
him lay a path, to the right of which was a garden. At the end of the path
was another door.

"Must open on another street," he muttered to himself. "Touchy sort of
business this prowling through a strange city at night with a big row on
foot. Can't be helped though."

He reached the door only to find it locked. The wall was not high. A
gnarled pear tree offered him a lift to the top. He had soon scaled it,
and was looking up and down the narrow street that ran on the other side.

"Not a soul in sight," he whispered.

He listened for a second. The rattle of machine-gun fire had ceased. Now
and again there came the crack of a rifle or automatic.

Johnny slipped off the wall. His feet had hardly touched ground when a
shot rang out and a bullet sang past him. Dodging into the deep-set
doorway, he whipped out his automatic and waited. Footsteps were
approaching.

"Jig's up," he muttered. "Worse luck for it!"

His hands fumbled at the door. In a second there came a dull thud on the
other side of it. He had pushed his automatic through a latch-string
opening.

"No use getting caught armed," was his mental comment.

In another moment the Japanese military police were upon him. In vain he
told them that he was an American, in vain presented his papers. They had
seen him climb over the wall; that was enough. Many Russian radicals spoke
English very well, and, as for papers, they could be forged. Besides, were
there not many American radicals, soldiers of fortune, here assisting in
the attempt to overthrow their rule. He should go to prison at once, and
"To-morrow!" There was something so sinister about the way they said that
"to-morrow" that it sent the cold chills racing down his spine.

Down one narrow street, then another and another they went until,
eventually, they came to a frowning stone-wall with an iron-grating set
deep in an arched ante-room. Through this doorway he was thrust and the
lock clanged behind him.

He was not alone. He had hardly taken a step before he stumbled upon a
prone form. Many men and some women were sprawled about on the stone
floor.

"Amerikaner," came in a shrill whisper. "Lie down here."

Johnny obeyed.

"Got you, did they," said the voice with a Russian accent.

"Yes, and for what?" said Johnny.

"In this land we do not ask for what. It is enough that we are got."

"What's to-morrow?" asked Johnny suddenly.

"To-morrow we will