If I can reach Kinko I shall be able to sleep through the night--and that will be welcome, I admit.
I step onto the train, and after assuring myself that no one is watching me, I enter the baggage van, saying as I do so: "It is I." In fact it is as well to warn Kinko in case he is out of his box.
But he had not thought of getting out, and I advise him to be very careful.
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 ?" "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.

At the same time they examine the passengers much more closely than they do their baggage.

And as this van is reserved for the luggage going through to Pekin, I do not think you have much to fear.
So good night.

As a matter of precaution, I would rather not prolong my visit." "Good night, Monsieur Bombarnac, good night." I have come out, I have regained my couch, and I really did not hear the starting signal when the train began to move.
The only station of any importance which the railway passed before sunrise, was that of Marghelan, where the stoppage was a short one.
Marghelan, a populous town--sixty thousand inhabitants--is the real capital of Ferganah.