. The Saturday evening post. in Panorama, that elegant Jap,hadnt saved the situation by getting mein Dutcher than ever. You see, the Japswere occupying the hills just above thetown, so it was easy enough for him to blowin about dusk with a quart of five-starvodka which hed borrowed off a deadmuzhik. I split the quart with Panorama,and after hed drifted back to camp, singinga duet with himself, I just naturally walkedout to find Sophie Semenoff. I got by the sentries, just because I knew how And yet you werent the least bit inlove with her, jeered Garnie Crest. Not a rubles worth, declared Eddi
. The Saturday evening post. in Panorama, that elegant Jap,hadnt saved the situation by getting mein Dutcher than ever. You see, the Japswere occupying the hills just above thetown, so it was easy enough for him to blowin about dusk with a quart of five-starvodka which hed borrowed off a deadmuzhik. I split the quart with Panorama,and after hed drifted back to camp, singinga duet with himself, I just naturally walkedout to find Sophie Semenoff. I got by the sentries, just because I knew how And yet you werent the least bit inlove with her, jeered Garnie Crest. Not a rubles worth, declared Id got her in a fix and I was dog-bound to get her out again. The mill—ifit isnt burned down by now—stands in themidst of a heavy wood with a little rattyroad running by the door. I cut in throughthe brush and had just come in sight of theold building when who should I run intobut a boy-size soldierwith a man-size got the drop on him,and when he lookedround he was gazingup the muzzle ofmy automatic. Then wt. I recognized him. He was the sawed-ollpatriot who had come into my bedroom toguard the chief of police. I dont supposehe was as scared as I was, but all I couldsee but mustache was white as chalk, Comrade American, vot you vant?he asked in the kind of English hed learnedat the Tokio Y. M. C. A. The schoolmaam, Sophia Semenoff, Isaid; and my finger trembled on the trigger. Ve haf her here to be married, hesputtered. Married to what? I growled, pokingthe gun in his ear. Dont shoot! Maybe she will marryto me, maybe somebody else. She is theproperty of the state. Let me see her, I said, or Ill blowyou about three versts beyond the Urals. That seemed only fair to him, for hebeckoned me kinda cordial to come on, andin another minute he was leading me pasta row of fuzzy sentries up the stairs. Ofcourse it was a fool thing for me to hadnt any more program than Lenineand Trotzky. I was mad all over, that wasall. In the big loft upstairs I saw SophiaSemenoff si
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