Queens Stone, by the writing under the Queens Stone, and by an assortment of Gods with wholly new names.
I dont know what youre saying, the Englishman flushed angrily but its some piece of blasted impertinence. Come out of that!
E23, affecting to misunderstand, gravely produced his ticket, which the Englishman wrenched angrily from his hand.
Oh, zoolum! What oppression! growled the Jat from his corner. All for the sake of a jest too. He had been grinning at the freedom of the Saddhus tongue. Thy charms do not work well today, Holy One!
The Saddhu followed the policeman, fawning and supplicating. The ruck of passengers, busy with their babies and their bundles, had not noticed the affair. Kim slipped out behind him; for it flashed through his head that he had heard this angry, stupid Sahib discoursing loud personalities to an old lady near Umballa three years ago.
It is well, the Saddhu whispered, jammed in the calling, shouting, bewildered press a Persian greyhound between his feet and a cageful of yelling hawks under charge of a Rajput falconer in the small of his back. He has gone now to send word of the letter which I hid. They told me he was in Peshawur. I might have known that he is like the crocodile always at the other ford. He has saved me from present calamity, but I owe my life to thee.
Is he also one of Us? Kim ducked under a Mewar camel-drivers greasy armpit and cannoned off a covey of jabbering Sikh matrons.
Not less than the greatest. We are both fortunate! I will make report to him of what thou hast done. I am safe under his protection.
He bored through the edge of the crowd besieging the carriages, and squatted by the bench near the telegraph-office.
Return, or they take thy place! Have no fear for the work, brother or my life. Thou hast given me breathing-space, and Strickland Sahib has pulled me to land. We may work together at the Game yet. Farewell!
Kim hurried to his carriage: elated, bewildered, but a little nettled in that he had no key to the secrets about him.
I am only a beginner at the Game, that is sure. I could not have leaped into safety as did the Saddhu. He knew it was darkest under the lamp. I could not have thought to tell news under pretence of cursing and how clever was the Sahib! No matter, I saved the life of one Where is the Kamboh gone, Holy One? he whispered, as he took his seat in the now crowded compartment.
A fear gripped him, the lama replied, with a touch of tender malice. He saw thee change the Mahratta to a Saddhu in the twinkling of an eye, as a protection against evil. That shook him. Then he saw the Saddhu fall sheer into the hands of the polis all the effect of thy art. Then he gathered up his son and fled; for he said that thou didst change a quiet trader into an impudent bandier of words with the Sahibs, and he feared a like fate. Where is the Saddhu?
With the polis, said Kim Yet I saved the Kambohs child.
The lama snuffed blandly.
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