about nine o'clock
At six o'clock in the evening we crossed the frontier , after a run of nearly two thousand three hundred kilometres , accomplished in four days since leaving Uzun Ada . Two hundred and fifty kilometres beyond we shall be at Kachgar . Although we are now in Chinese Turkestan , it will not be till we reach that town that we shall have our first experience of Chinese administration . Dinner over about nine o'clock , we stretched ourselves on our beds , in the hope , or rather the conviction , that the night will be as calm as the preceding one . It was not to be so . At first the train was running down the slopes of the Pamir at great speed . Then it resumed its normal rate along the level .