“Hurrah for Kinko! He ought to have a medal!”
Until the Son of Heaven accorded this hero a green dragon of some sort, Madame Caterna took Zinca’s hand, drew her to her heart and embraced her—embraced her without being able to restrain her tears. Just think of a love story interrupted at the last chapter!
But we must hasten, and as Caterna says, “all on the scene for the fifth”—the fifth act, in which dramas generally clear themselves up.
“We must not let this brave fellow suffer!” said Major Noltitz; “we must see the Grand Transasiatic people, and when they learn the facts they will be the first to stop the prosecution.”
“Doubtless,” I said, “for it cannot be denied that Kinko saved the train and its passengers.”
“To say nothing of the imperial treasure,” added Caterna, “the millions of his majesty!”
“Nothing could be truer,” said Pan-Chao. “Unfortunately Kinko has fallen into the hands of the police, and they have taken him to prison, and it is not easy to get out of a Chinese prison.”
“Let us be off,” I replied, “and see the company.”
“See here,” said Madame Caterna, “is there any need of a subscription to defray the cost of the affair?”
“The proposal does you honor, Caroline,” said the actor, putting his hand in his pocket.