is trail.

Dodging this way and that, sliding over a wide expanse of ice, Johnny at
last eluded his pursuers in the wildly tumbled ice piles of the sea. As
he paused to catch his breath he heard the soft pat-pat of a footstep
and glancing up, caught a face peering at him round an ice pile.

"The Russian," he exclaimed.

* * * * *

When the Jap girl awoke after several hours of delicious sleep in her
ice palace bedroom, she looked upon a world unknown. The sun was shining
brightly. The air was clear. In a general way she knew the outline of
East Cape and the Diomede Islands. She knew, too, where they should be
located. It took her some time to discover them and when she did it was
with a gasp of astonishment. They were behind her.

Realizing at once what had happened, she stood up and held her face to
the air. The wind was off shore. There was not the least bit of use in
trying to make the land. A stretch of black waters yawned between shore
and ice floe by now.

Shrugging her shoulders, she climbed a pile of ice for a better view,
then hurrying down again, she picked up the harpoon and began puzzling
over it. She coiled and uncoiled the skin rope attached to it. She
worked the rope up and down through the many buttons which held it to
the shaft. She examined the sharp steel point of the shaft which was
fastened to the skin rope.

After that she sat down to think. Over to the left of her she had seen
something that lay near a pool of water. She had never hunted anything,
did not fancy she'd like it, but she was hungry.

There was a level pan of ice by the pool. The creature lay on the ice
pan. Suddenly she sprang up and made her way across the ice piles to the
edge of that broad pan. The brown creature, a seal, still some distance
away, did not move.

Searching the ice piles she at last found a regularly formed cake some
eight inches thick and two feet square. With some difficulty she pried
this out and stood it on edge. The edge was uneven, the cake tippy.
Rolling it on its side she chipped it smooth with the point of the
harpoon.

The second trial found the cake standing erect and solid. Gripping her
harpoon, she threw herself flat on her stomach and pushing the cake
before her, began to wriggle her way toward the sleeping seal.

Once she paused long enough to bore a peep hole through the cake with
her dagger. From time to time the seal wakened, and raised his head to
look about. T