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"Fifteen hours afterward, in the night of the nineteenth." "There the danger is, Monsieur Bombarnac." "Yes, Kinko; for if it is difficult to enter the Russian possessions, it is no less difficult to get out of them, when the Chinese are at the gates. Their officials will give us a good look over before they will let us pass.
"Monsieur Bombarnac," he said, "I have to ask a favor of you." Eh! I thought, this Yankee knows where to find me when he wants me. "Only too happy, I can assure you," said I. "What is it about?" "I want you to be a witness " "An affair of honor? And with whom, if you please?" "Miss Horatia Bluett." "You are going to fight Miss Bluett!" I exclaimed, with a laugh. "Not yet. I am going to marry her."
"You will see one of the most remarkable industrial establishments of the New Continent." "I have no doubt of it; but how am I to know it?" "Wait a bit, Mr. Bombarnac.
He is very pleased at the provisions, for they are a change to his usual diet. "I do not know how to thank you, Monsieur Bombarnac," he says to me. "If you do not know, friend Kinko," I reply, "do not do it; that is very simple." "How long do we stop at ?" "Two hours." "And when shall we be at the frontier?" "To-morrow, about one in the afternoon." "And at Kachgar?"
Besides, it will be a pleasure to me to make the acquaintance of Mademoiselle Zinca Klork. I will be there when they deliver the box, the precious box. I will help her to get the nails out of it " "The nails out of it, Monsieur Bombarnac? My panel? Ah, I will jump through my panel!" A terrible clap of thunder interrupted our conversation.
The morning after I arrived in the Chinese capital I received a telegram thus worded, in reply to the one I had sent from Lan-Tcheou: Claudius Bombarnac, Pekin, China. Twentieth Century requests its correspondent, Claudius Bombarnac, to present its compliments and respects to the heroic Seigneur Faruskiar.
I have scarcely reached the platform before Popofs door opens, and without seeing me he hurries through the van on to the engine. Almost immediately the train resumes its normal speed and Popof reappears a minute afterwards. "What is the matter, Popof?" "What is often the matter, Monsieur Bombarnac. We have smashed a dromedary." "Poor brute!" "Poor brute? He might have thrown us off the line!"
"You will not change, and nothing will change the temperament of the Celestials. As they are conservatives in all things, so will they be conservative in this matter of speed, no matter how the engine may be improved. And, besides, Monsieur Bombarnac, that there are railways at all in the Middle Kingdom is a wonder to me."
And all that, Mr. Bombarnac, for making millions of yes, I said millions " At this moment the train commenced to slow under the action of its automatic brakes, and he stopped. "Elisabethpol! Elisabethpol!" shout the guard and the porters on the station. Our conversation is interrupted. I lower the window on my side, and open the door, being desirous of stretching my legs.
In short, she would run the risk of betraying me." "You are right, Kinko." "Besides, we shall reach the station in the afternoon, very late in the afternoon perhaps, and the unloading of the packages will not take place until next morning " "Probably." "Well, Monsieur Bombarnac, if I am not taking too great a liberty, may I ask a favor of you?" "What is it?"
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