The Girl from Hong-Kong: A Story of Adventure Under Five Suns — page 53: what you’re looking at

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THE GIRL FROM HONG-KONG. AT past, but when the time came for explanations Pekoe Tay was on deck with the proper caper. The driver momentarily ceases his exhortations, possi- _ bly being a little short on the breath supply, and this gives the man from London a fair chance to listen. “By Jovel’’ he exclaims immediately. A word of caution from the other, who kneels at his side, prevents him from speaking further. ““You hear um?”’ whispers the almond-eyed mentar, “T seem to catch a ticking sound.” ‘That him.’’ ‘‘Just as if my watch had taken to imitating a clock.” ‘“‘Watch in mandarin pocket when me hear um under seat,”’ replies Pekoe Tay. ‘“What kind of machinery can it be?—good heavens! perhaps an infernal machine—those devils are equal to the task of blowing us up.”’ '<‘Me soon know—smoke hard, give light.” ‘So while Terry puffs away vigorously the Chinaman fumbles around the seat, finds some means of raising it ‘bodily, and in another moment the cat is out of the bag. -leaning over Terry sees a compact little bundle of mechanism, very similar to the works of a large clock. Cogwhee]s are moving around steadily, and there is an air of business about the contrivance that rather chills the blond in these days of diabolical bomb-throwing. comicbooks.com