But now we are among the gorges of the Pamir plateau, there are gradients of such steepness as to require more engine power.
I watch the proceedings, and when the locomotive has been detached with its tender, the baggage van--with Kinko in--is at the head of the train.
The idea occurs to me that the young Roumanian may perhaps venture out on the platform.

It would be an imprudence for he runs the risk of being seen by the police, the "gardovois," who move about taking a good look at the passengers.

What my No.

11 had better do is to remain in his box, or at least in his van.

I will go and get a few provisions, liquid and solid, and take them to him, even before the departure of the train, if it is possible to do so without fear of being noticed.
The refreshment room at the station is open, and Popof is not there.