What he had overheard excited him wildly.
This man was entirely new to all his experience, and he meant to investigate further, precisely as he would have investigated a new building or a strange festival in Lahore city.

The lama was his trove, and he purposed to take possession.

Kim's mother had been Irish, too.
The old man halted by Zam-Zammah and looked round till his eye fell on Kim.

The inspiration of his pilgrimage had left him for awhile, and he felt old, forlorn, and very empty.
'Do not sit under that gun,' said the policeman loftily.
'Huh! Owl!' was Kim's retort on the lama's behalf.

'Sit under that gun if it please thee.