Chapter 12
“Gentlemen,” said Kin-Fo to his two bodyguards, when the wheelbarrow stopped at the entrance to the suburb of Tong-Tcheou, “we are now only forty leagues from Pekin, and it is my intention to stop here until the time that the agreement between Wang and myself shall have ended. In this city of four hundred thousand souls it will be easy for me to remain unknown, if Soun does not forget that he is in Ki-Nan’s service, a humble merchant in the province of Chen-Si.”
“No, certainly not: Soun would not forget it again. His stupidity had forced him to fill the place of a horse the past eight days, and he hoped that Mr. Kin-Fo”—
“Ki”—said Craig.
“Nan,” added Fry,—“would not again take him from his customary work; and now, considering his fatigue, he asked just one thing of Mr. Kin-F
