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not learned to gage the speed of the traveling machine; so he was  
completely mystified as to his whereabouts.  
Presently a village having many queer spires and minarets whisked by  
him like a flash. Rob became worried, and resolved to slow up at the  
next sign of habitation.  
This was a good resolution, but Turkestan is so thinly settled that before  
the boy could plan out a course of action he had passed the barren  
mountain range of Thian-Shan as nimbly as an acrobat leaps a jumping-  
bar.  
"
This won't do at all!" he exclaimed, earnestly. "The traveling machine  
seems to be running away with me, and I'm missing no end of sights by  
scooting along up here in the clouds."  
He turned the indicator to zero, and was relieved to find it obey with  
customary quickness. In a few moments he had slowed up and stopped,  
when he found himself suspended above another stretch of sandy plain.  
Being too high to see the surface of the plain distinctly he dropped down  
a few hundred feet to a lower level, where he discovered he was  
surrounded by billows of sand as far as his eye could reach.  
"
It's a desert, all right," was his comment; "perhaps old Sahara herself."  
He started the machine again towards the east, and at a more moderate  
rate of speed skimmed over the surface of the desert. Before long he  
noticed a dark spot ahead of him which proved to be a large body of  
fierce looking men, riding upon dromedaries and slender, spirited horses  
and armed with long rifles and crookedly shaped simitars.  
"
Those fellows seem to be looking for trouble," remarked the boy, as he  
glided over them, "and it wouldn't be exactly healthy for an enemy to get  
in their way. But I haven't time to stop, so I'm not likely to get mixed up  
in any rumpus with them."  
However, the armed caravan was scarcely out of sight before Rob  
discovered he was approaching a rich, wooded oasis of the desert, in the  
midst of which was built the walled city of Yarkand. Not that he had ever  
heard of the place, or knew its name; for few Europeans and only one  
American traveler had ever visited it. But he guessed it was a city of  
some importance from its size and beauty, and resolved to make a stop  
there.  
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