As the carriage was being driven rapidly alongside the railway, the train overtook the travellers, and a man put his head out of a railway carriage to have a look at the chaise, which was proceeding at a great pace.

This traveller was no other than the Maltese captain, Yarhud, who was on his way to Odessa, where, thanks to the speed of the train, he would arrive long before the uncle of young Ahmet.

Van Mitten could not resist his impulse to call the attention of his companion to the train, which sped past them at a high speed. Kéraban merely shrugged his shoulders.

“Eh, friend Kéraban, they get to their destination very quickly:’ said Van Mitten. “Yes, when they do arrive at it,” replied Kéraban. Not an hour was lost in this the first day of the ex pedition. As money in plenty was forthcoming, there were no delays in procuring horses: the animals were quite as willing a the postillions to work for a master who paid so handsomely.

The travellers passed Tchataldje, by Buyuk Khan, by the watershed of the tributaries of the Sea of Marmora, by the valley of Tchorloxa, by the village of Yeni Keni; then by the valley of Galata, across which, if the legend be true, are dug subterranean canals which used to supply the capital with water.

At nightfall the carriage stopped, but only for an hour, at the long, straggling village of Serai. As the provisions the travellers carriec! with them were more particularly destined for consumption in the loca1ites where it would be difficult to procure food even of. inferior quality, it was decided to keep the store in reserve. So Kéraban and his companions dined at Serai, and the journey was then resumed.

Bruno, we may venture to say,4found it somewhat unpleasant to pass the night in the “icky”of the carriage, but Nizib had no such teelings, and accepted the situation as a matter of course. He slept soundly, and set his companion guch a good example that he could not do otherwise than profit by it.