"In what dreams I have lived! It was known that some one was hidden in this box.

I saw myself discovered, handed over to the police, taken to prison at Merv or Bokhara, and my little Zinca waiting for me in vain; and never should I see her again, unless I resumed the journey on foot.

Well, I would have resumed, yes, I would." And he said it with such an air of resolution that it was impossible not to see that the young Roumanian had unusual spirit.
"Brave Kinko!" I answered.

"I am awfully sorry to have caused you such apprehensions.

Now you are at ease again, and I fancy your chances have improved now we have made friends." I then asked Kinko to show me how he managed in his box.
Nothing could be simpler or better arranged.