"Tear it up, Jack. No doubt we shall be away when he comes."
"Who are Schlagintwert, Father?"
"You remember those automatic couplings we tried on the Harbin section three or four years ago——"
"The ones that took two men to fasten and four to release?" said Jack, laughing.
"Exactly. Well, they were Schlagintwert's."
At this moment the clang of a gong, followed by the thud of a drum, sounded through the streets.
"They're closing the gates," said Jack. "I think I'll go to bed, Father; I'm pretty tired."
"Good-night, then! I shan't be long after you. I've a little more writing to do. Send Hi Lo in with some lemonade."
CHAPTER II
Mr. Wang and a Constable